I come home late at night with my boots in my hands.
Stumble in the back door being quiet as I can.
And I know she`s there in bed, cold and all alone.
and she`s crying because I`m breaking up our home.
And she knows the hell I`m going through in this world inside my head.
There`s a devil in the bottle lord and he wants to see me dead.
I fall into her arms and she helps me with my clothes.
Guess she stays on with me cause she really knows,
that I`m tryin` Lord, to find my freedom by excaping to the only freedom I`ve ever known.
And she knows the hell I`m going through in this world inside my head.
There`s a devil in the bottle lord and he won`t rest until I`m dead.
There`s a devil living in the bottle Lord and he won`t rest `til I`m dead
and its killing her too, watching me die this way