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