Bottoming Out lyrics
I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle
down this winding country road And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill where last week I fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree and a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would have struck you dead so I took a ride instead Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out My doctor says, she hopes I know how lucky I can be after all it wasn't my blood mixed in the dirt that night But this violent rage, turned inward can not be helped by drink And we must really examine this and I say I need another drink Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out I'm tearing down Route 80 east the sun's on my right side I'm drunk, but my vision's good and I think of my child bride And on the left in shadows I see something that makes me laugh I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out
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