Meth. Yep, he said he thought he was writing the greatest song ever. After he sobered up he had a different take. “The true confession is I was on crystal meth when I wrote the lyrics to it. And I thought I was writing the greatest song ever,” says Armstrong, before admitting, “As you know, with drugs, they wear off. And then, I felt like I’d written the worst song ever.” “I thought that the lyrics were just embarrassingly bad. I had a few songs before that I’d written on drugs, but this one was the most pitiful I felt after,” explained the singer, revealing that he set the music aside for a while because he felt “gross” about what he had written. He threw out the original lyrics and then re-wrote it about his panic attacks. Thankfully he did. The first version is ….bad.
Read for yourself.
“I really don’t know
Where this story began
My friend Houston had got himself a girl
Swanky is her name
She’s got the best of him
And he’s got the best of her in the palm of their hands
And they could care less what’s coming up
Sometimes the future doesn’t have much luck
This wigged-out thing called love
It may get kinda rough
And they don’t really mind
They’re on their own
They said this has been
Motionless orbit flight
Around each other intoxicating their minds
Dancing in the street
Under suburban lights
They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt
They’re on their own, own.”
This is much better.
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