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
Ive been never known to run
One shot too many
Two for the road
Im ready for action
Im 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
Im way in the outskirts and
Im ready too far gone
One shot too many
Two for the road
Im way in the outskirts and
Im ready too far gone