This song came to my mind immediately (by John Hiatt). But I do understand LB's frustration, being the perfectionist we all know and love:
Well he threw one down form the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere
They all got wet when he smashed that thing
But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing
Chorus:
Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I dont know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
It started back in 1963
His momma wouldnt buy him
That new red harmony
He settled fgor a sunburt with a crack
But hes stIll trying to break his mommas back
Chorus
He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend
But ever good thing comes to an end
Now he just sits in his room all day
Whistling every note he used to play
There out to be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance for early parole
You dont get out tIll you get some soul
Chorus
Late at night the end of the road
He wished he stIll had the old guitar to hold
Hed rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come ot any harm
Chorus
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