I've had too many instances where medicine drove me out of my mind to just take the original song at face value - and while I've never used cocaine, there was a very unpleasant device used in my last knee surgery called a 'Pain-buster'. It supposedly metered a local anesthetic into the knee joint. One big problem, though; that stuff didn't stay IN the joint. First, I could NOT sleep. Then, I felt like I'd screwed up with prescription stimulants - sick, nauseated, miserable, shaking. Bad trouble squared. Then - and only then - did I start feeling *seriously* crazy. Just like the song describes. Note: comments enclosed in (***) are spoken in the background, as are <***>. The second issue is a second voice - with the whole done to suggest the psychotic state of the singer. Notes are numbered thusly: #1, #2, etc.

1) "Casey Jones," Grateful Dead. The train was traveling at 'a hundred and two' with a coke-addled driver. 2) The feeling of bugs under the skin is supposedly common to heavy use of Cocaine, and is called formication. (Not fornication) It is not fun to endure 'coke bugs' - or in my case, 'Xylocaine bugs'. (And it was all I could do to not dig those things out with a knife!) 3) "Naked Lunch" W.S. Burroughs. I 'mixed-and-matched' pieces out of that portion that speaks of Irene (?) and how 'her was a sporting woman'. Google the part in single quotes and you'll get the whole story - except, perhaps, for 'the blue-faced girl'. There were 'blue crystals' (of Cocaine) mentioned, but still... That's easy. Powder your nose enough that your heart stops. You stop breathing, and... Your face aquires a delicate blue tint as your tissues suffocate. No thank you - that *$#% drug pump was enough for *me*. 4) Another medical misadventure, this one involving eyedrops (administered at Norton AFB in the late seventies). It took twenty-four paranoid terrified hours for my eyes to 'undilate' - and when I described the horrifying experience - tremendous thirst, uncoordination (unable to sign my name) terror, paranoia, (half the passengers on that bus home HAD to be plainclothes police assigned to the narcotics squad, I knew it, you could not convince me otherwise, and they were going to bust me because I had eyes that were all pupil) the inability to see, the stumbling - to my friends, they all wanted to try those *&#$% things!