Put her away for her crimes
Life is fine on the inside
She didn't mean to swerve
It wasn't her fault, (she said) the brakes failed
Life's full throttle
One more bottle to launch the boat
I read a page from her diary
And I can tell you she was no saint
She'd dance and sing around the fire
One of life's little angels, in body paint
Life's full throttle
One more bottle to launch the boat
Well Katie likes a glass of wine
She likes boys with blue eyes
She had on a new dress
Life's full throttle
One more bottle to launch the boat
And Katka waiting for a taxi
A little tipsy outside the Catholic church
Life's full Throttle
One more bottle for the road