By Alan Berger

I certainly can’t blame you
For throwing me out of our band
Let us face the music
I had a heroin addiction as big as the land
Remember when they built that tour bus
Just for our dreams and the five of us

I could always sit way in the back you know
And cheer the band on
While I think of all the life and money
I put in my arm
I only meant for me and me alone harm
Again, can’t blame you
For hitting the alarm
It’s been too little food
And too much wine
I have not felt special
For a long lonely time

But how many can say and do what we did?
Until things got icy
And I slid

The women and men that admired us
They were all sweet as Hell
They just could not compete
With my skipping needle