Hell In A Bucket - Grateful Dead

Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker

And I showed him a picture of you

I said, «Pal, get to know her.

You’ll like her»

Seemed like the least I could do…

'Cause when he’s driving his chopper

Up and down your carpeted halls

You will think me by contrast quite proper

Never mind how I stumble and fall

Never mind how I stumble and fall

You imagine me sipping champagne from

Your boot

For a taste of your elegant pride

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe

But at least I’m enjoying the ride

At least I’m enjoying the ride

At least I’m enjoying the ride

Now miss sweet little soft-core pretender

Somehow baby got hard as it gets

With her black leather chrome-spiked

Suspenders

Her chain and her whip and her pets

Well we know you’re the reincarnation

Of the ravenous Catherine the Great

And we know how you love your ovations

For the Z-rated scenes you create

The Z-rated scenes you create

You analyze me, pretend to despise me

You laugh when I stumble and fall

There may come a day I will dance on your grave

Unable to dance, I will crawl across it

Unable to dance, I’ll still crawl

Unable to dance I’ll crawl

You must really consider the circus

'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo

I can’t think of a place that’s more perfect

For a person as perfect as you

And it’s not like I’m leaving you lonely

'Cause I wouldn’t know where to begin

But I know that you’ll think of me only

When the snakes come marching in

When the snakes come marching in

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot

For taste of your elegant pride

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe

But at least I’m enjoying the ride, at least I’ll enjoy the ride

Ride, ride, ride

At least I’ll enjoy the ride