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