staring down a bottle
feeling kinda mean
itchin´ for some trouble
tryin´ to keep it clean
wound up so tight
poundin´ like a drum
put up a good fight
i´ve been never known to run
one shot too many
two for the road
i´m ready for action
i´m ready too far gone
weavin´ down the highway
cross the double yellow line
never saw ´em comin´
never saw a sign
smell of burnin´ rubber
screamin´ to the right
on the straight of center
but i got lucky all night
one shot too many
two for the road
i´m way in the outskirts and
i´m ready too far gone
one shot too many
two for the road
i´m way in the outskirts and
i´m ready too far gone