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've struck you dead
So I took a ride instead

Bottoming out, bottoming out, I'm 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
This violent rage, that burns and churns, cannot be helped by drink,
And we must really examine this
And I say I need another drink

Bottoming out, ...

I'm tearing down Rt. 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, ...

--------------------------------------
Thanks to (s.h.) for correcting these lyrics. Nov 21, 2008