From the Bottle Lyrics

Light's low, as the fire dies
My hand upon a pistol
Rests lonely at my side
I'm lost now, my husband out the door
He took the children with him, he can't take it anymore
Said he'd come home
Come back again, if I let the liquor go
But I can't let go my sin
I went to the bottle
And I drank that bottle dry
And I covered up my anger I've frozen up inside
And I opened up that door
And the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied

Oh God, I can't feel it anymore
My hand is all a trembling on my stillhouse door
As I walk into her sweet air
Where my heart should be a beating, I can only feel a tear
And I pray to my god above,
that I'd burn her down to get back the one I love
I went to the bottle
And I drank that bottle dry
And I covered up my anger I've frozen up inside
And I opened up that door
And the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied
It's dark now, I'm on my knees
I pray to my god, give me the strength I need
I've got to light that match, and burn her down
I've got too much to live for, before they put me in the ground
I'll go back to my children's arms
And watch the ashes rise and go up and meet the stars

I'll go from the bottle
And I'll leave that bottle dry
And I'll open up my anger I've frozen up inside
And I'll open up that door
But the devil won't oblige
Cut the fuze, to which my mind is tied