The Dive Bar Hound

The dive bar hound
looking for thrills
Is where he's found
Taking a few pills
He's always ready
for another round
Questionable women
And Punk rock sound
Ask him no questions
Or they'll find you
six feet under ground
The last time you'll see him
Is when he hops on his bike
Local cops and feds on his tail
no need for directions
He always takes a left
onto the next trail
Three shots of whiskey
the cheapest six pack
Dust, wind, and no look back
The dive bar hound
One in the chamber 15 ready
and he is Hell bound