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