The Notorious Cherry Bombs
On the Road to Ruin
Strange Woman . . .Strange Bed . . .Thor's hammer poundin' in my headSix straight double shots of high-grade single maltAnd 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 ruinMonday mornin' . . .Last Friday night . . .Well I had the feelin' everything was alrightHere I am in trouble with the love of my lifeSongtexteHopin' she don't cut me with no butcher knifeI got brownie points a-cruin' . . .I'm on the road to ruin[Piano solo]Sun blindin' . . .Teeth grindin' . . .Ears burnin' . . .Stomach turnin' . . .Well, Summer's commin' and the winter's goneHere I am still sleepin' with my blue jeans onWell I had it goin' till I lost my jobNow I'm out here casin' out some joint to robBaby'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 tenMy Les Paul livin's going to do me inI can't get this roller-coaster rifle to a stop'Cause when I hit the bottom I'm right back on topBig ideas a-brewin . . .Well I'm on the road to ruin
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