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

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

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