Hell In A Bucket Lyrics - The Arista Years - Grateful Dead

Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker 

And I showed him a picture of you 

I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her 

Seemed like the least I could do. 

'Cause when he's chargin' his chopper 

Up and down your carpeted halls 

You will think I am dressed up quite proper 

Never mind how I stumble and fall. 

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot 

For taste of your elegant pride 

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe 

But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. 

'Cause you're a sweet little softcore pretender 

Somehow, babe, it got as hot as it gets 

With her black leather and gold spike suspenders 

And your chain, your black whip and pets. 

Well we know you're the reincarnation 

Of the infamous Catherine the Great 

And we know how you love the ovation 

And the scene that it seems to create. 

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot 

For taste of your elegant pride 

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe 

But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. 

You analyze me, tend to despise me 

You laugh when I stumble and fall 

There may come a say when I'll dance on your grave 

Unable to dance I'll still crawl across it 

Unable to dance I'll still crawl 

Unable to dance I'll still crawl 

Unable to dance I'll crawl. 

You must really consider the circus 

It just might be your kind of zoo 

I can't think of a place that's more perfect 

For a person as perfect as you. 

And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely 

'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin 

Well I know you wake up here only 

When the snakes come marching in. 

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot 

For taste of your elegant pride 

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe 

But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. 

Ride, ride, ride 

Ride, ride, ride 

Ride, ride, ride 

At least I'll enjoy the ride. 

At least I'll enjoy the ride. 

At least I'll enjoy the ride.