On The Road To Ruin Lyrics

Strange Woman . . .
Strange Bed . . .
Thor s 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 I m doin . . .
I m 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 don t cut me with no butcher knife

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

[Piano solo]

Sun blindin . . .
Teeth grindin . . .



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Stomach turnin . . .
Well, Summer s commin and the winter s gone
Here I am still sleepin with my blue jeans on
Well I had it goin till I lost my job
Now I m out here casin out some joint to rob

Baby s needin shooin . . .
I m on the road to ruin

[Guitar solo]

Sirens blarin . . .
Neighbors starin . . .
Judge s gavel . . .
Well, I come unraveled . . .
Well, I ve been rollin downhill since I was ten
My Les Paul livin s going to do me in
I can t get this roller-coaster rifle to a stop
Cause when I hit the bottom I m right back on top

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