On The Road To Ruin Lyrics - Singles - Cherry Bombs

Strange Woman . . . 

Strange Bed . . . 

Thors 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 Im doin . . . 

Im 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 dont cut me with no butcher knife 

I got brownie points a-cruin . . . 

Im on the road to ruin 

[Piano solo] 

Sun blindin . . . 

Teeth grindin . . . 

Ears burnin . . . 

Stomach turnin . . . 

Well, Summers commin and the winters gone 

Here I am still sleepin with my blue jeans on 

Well I had it goin till I lost my job 

Now Im out here casin out some joint to rob 

Babys needin shooin . . . 

Im on the road to ruin 

[Guitar solo] 

Sirens blarin . . . 

Neighbors starin . . . 

Judges gavel . . . 

Well, I come unraveled . . . 

Well, Ive been rollin downhill since I was ten 

My Les Paul livins going to do me in 

I cant get this roller-coaster rifle to a stop 

Cause when I hit the bottom Im right back on top 

Big ideas a-brewin . . . 

Well Im on the road to ruin