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