Cherry Bombs - On The Road To Ruin

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














		
			



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