There’s a Devil in the Bottle

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 trying, Lord, to find my freedom
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
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 it's killing her too
Watching me die this way