On the Road to Ruin Songtext
von The Notorious Cherry Bombs

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