Hell In A Bucket
Composer(s): John Perry Barlow; Bob Weir
Performer(s): Grateful Dead; Bob Weir



Well, I was drinking 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 

Chorus:
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 chair 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
If unable to dance, I will crawl across it
Unable to dance, I'll still 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