Countdown to Extinction (1992)
My wife used to have this crazy friend who had anxiety and they would go to parties all the time. Her friend would freak out and get in the car and drive off and then I'd get a call from my wife and she'd say, "Eh, she left me again," and I'd have to get in the car and come get her. And you think it'd be the other way around having a rock-star boyfriend, at the time, that he'd be calling you to come and get him. So I wrote "Sweating Bullets" about her friend. She may have figured out that it was about her – my wife may have told her in a heated moment so her friend would hate me – but I've never named her. I don't think my wife knows where the girl's at now.
And the other thing, too, I was listening to a lot of George Carlin at the time. I think George is a really great comic. I loved his outlook on life. It was a little cynical. He says the kind of stuff that you and I wanna say because our girlfriends or our wives are gonna elbow us or say, like, "You can't say that." Comedy has gotten so handcuffed with all this PC stuff right now. It's like you almost can't come up with anything funny to say. I mean, imagine somebody watching Blazing Saddles nowadays. They would lose their mind.