There's a devil in the bottle, Lord, and he wants to see me dead
There's a devil in the bottle, Lord, and he won't rest until I'm dead
And she knows the hell I'm going through in this world inside my head
By escaping to the only freedom I've ever known
And she knows the hell I'm going through in this world inside my head
Guess, she stays on with me 'cause she really knows
I fall into her arms and she helps me with my clothes
And she's crying because I'm breaking up our home
There's a devil living in the bottle, Lord, and he won't rest 'til I'm dead
That I'm tryin' Lord, to find my freedom
And I know she's there in bed, cold and all alone
