Dead Man's Curve

Ain't many miles to the end of the road

More than I deserve, less than I'd hoped

There's a Dead man's curve just ahead,

Put the pedal to the floor, the needle in the red

My ole Pop's words ringing through my head,

"Son, raise all the hell you can before you're dead"

So I got a half gallon of whiskey, an eighth of cocaine

So If I wind up burning, I won't feel no pain

Old preacher man said that I was was made in His image

Well preacher, did he like what he saw when he got finished

I was born with nothing, yeah I was self made

So when I self destruct, it's just more of the same

Ain't many miles to the end of the road

More than I deserve, less than I'd hoped

There's a Dead man's curve up ahead,

Put the pedal to the floor, the needle in the red

Got a half gallon of whiskey, an eighth of cocaine

Yeah when I wind up burning, I won't feel no pain

Old preacher man said that I was was made in His image

Well preacher, did he like what he saw when he got finished

Figure if heaven is where all his trophies get placed

Then hell must have been made to hide his mistakes

There's little doubting which one I'm headed to

So while I got time, Lord, here's a final fuck you