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? . . .
Ears burnin? . . .
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