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