I come home late at night, with my shoes in my hands
Stumble in the backdoor bein? quiet as I can
And I know she?s there in bed, cold and all alone
And she cryin? because I?m breakin? up our home
And she knows the hell I?m goin? 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, she helps with my clothes