Rock Bottom - Paul Otten

Hard times breathing down now

Breathing down, breathing down my neck

Bright times burning out now

Burning out and hitting the deck

Am I bound, Am I bound for the rock bottom?

Fair winds gone and turning cold

Send a chill right up my spine

Thick skin ain’t no match for

This impending armageddon sky

Am I bound, Am I bound for the rock bottom?

Am I bound, Am I bound for the rock bottom?

Been a long time since I had a grip

Had a good grip on the wheel

Been a rough ride since I don’t know when

And I’ve lost the will to steer

Am I bound, Am I bound for the rock bottom?

Am I bound, Am I bound for the rock bottom?

Oh am I bound (bound, bound) bound for the rock bottom?

(rock bottom)