Cherry Bombs - On The Road To Ruin Song 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