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 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