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