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Weir’s up-tempo celebration of mild misogyny and singleness in general, “Hell In A Bucket,” features the sounds of both The Hell’s Angels' motorcycle engines and the satanic-sounding snarl of Mickey Hart’s pit bull dogs.
The music video is epic:
“Hell In A Bucket” was first performed on May 13, 19...
[Verse 1]
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
[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
[Verse 2]
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
[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
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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 [x3]
At least I'll enjoy the ride [x3]
Hell in a Bucket was written by John Perry Barlow & Bob Weir.
Hell in a Bucket was produced by John Cutler & Jerry Garcia.
The Grateful Dead released Hell in a Bucket on Mon Jul 06 1987.