90 Miles An Hour Down A Dead-End Street

I went to Indy in the rain
To a club that wasn’t ever gonna have me again
I had Chianti in the seat
90 miles an hour down a dead-end street

I was lonely. I was tired,
I work for myself and I still get fired
I came from Cleveland, with a heart of ****
Stung, pummeled, kicked and a bit

I love the Lord or at least I try
Where in the hell will I go when I die
I like to the Stones I like dogs
I like late-night drunken dialogues

I went to Indy in the rain
To a club that wasn’t ever gonna have me again
I had Chianti in the seat
90 miles an hour down a dead-end street

I turn my travels into rhyme
Life takes up a whole lotta my time
I still like bootie on the street I see
But I’m not as horny as I used to be

And thank God for that it’s a pain in the ****
Waiting for pangs of conscience to pass
Now I just drink except when I don’t
You’re either gonna get a good show or you won’t



The highway was alive with a dangerous man
Acting as foolish as he possibly can
I drove on to Indy to play me a show
Or maybe just play half a show and then go

Drove on away with my wine and my weed
Thinking a spanking is what I need
Found me a hotel and get off of the road
Got into bed and felt kinda cold

I didn’t get busted, nobody died
Got another tomorrow to show a new side
Throw out the bad and keep all the good
Right now I don’t even know if I could

All of my blessings and all of my gifts
Teetering on the edge of a cliff
Drinking and driving all day long
Dancing with the devil, looking for songs

I’ve done everything I could to kill myself
And take other people with me
By all rights I should be in prison
The Lord is my shepherd but Lord how I want

I went to Indy in the rain
To a club that wasn’t gonna have me again
I had Chianti in the seat
90 miles an hour down a dead-end street