The Bottle

The bottle, the bottle has let me down again

I try to fight the bottle but the bottle always wins

The needle, the needle; comes knocking at my skin

An ever faithful temptress begging, “won’t you let me in”

I once had a woman and a family to feed

But the whiskey took my woman and my family from me

So now I lay inside this box; a cardboard prison cell

Waiting for the horned fox to drag my soul to hell

No one will miss me when I’m gone

Oh woman, sweet woman; red letter on your chest

I bid her come inside with me for anything but rest

But coffins, in coffins, we one day all will sleep

But if we’re not forgiven then our souls will Satan reap

No one will miss me when I’m gone

Oh listen, Child, listen to the words that I have said

Redemption isn’t offered to the ones already dead…