Paroles de On the road to ruin

Strange woman . . .
Strange bed . . .
Thors hammer poundin in my head
Six straight double shots of high-grade single malt
And my mouth is tastin dryer than table salt (a popcorn fart)

Yeah, but i know what im doin . . .
Im on the road to ruin

Monday mornin . . .
Last friday night . . .
Well i had the feelin everything was alright
Here i am in trouble with the love of my life
Hopin she dont cut me with no butcher knife

I got brownie points a-cruin . . .
Im on the road to ruin

(piano solo)

Sun blindin . . .
Teeth grindin . . .
Ears burnin . . .
Stomach turnin . . .
Well, summers commin and the winters gone
Here i am still sleepin with my blue jeans on
Well i had it goin till i lost my job
Now im out here casin out some joint to rob

Babys needin shooin . . .
Im on the road to ruin

(guitar solo)

Sirens blarin . . .
Neighbors starin . . .
Judges gavel . . .
Well, i come unraveled . . .
Well, ive been rollin downhill since i was ten
My les paul livins going to do me in
I cant get this roller-coaster rifle to a stop
Cause when i hit the bottom im right back on top

Big ideas a-brewin . . .
Well im on the road to ruin