Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't have much time 'Cause at five o'clock They take me to the gallows pole The sands of time For me are running low

A warning sign I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones That I started looking for a warning sign When the truth is Yeah the truth is That I miss you so

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

I just wanna know oh, oh, oh, oh Don’t you see me When did you get so cold oh, oh, oh What happened to your soul oh oh oh I thought that we were close Guess you don’t need me Yeah, yeah, only time you ever call me is when you feelin’ like don't nobody

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

Everything's not lost I'll be counting up my demons yeah Hoping everything's not lost Come on yeah oh oh yeah come on yeah If you ever feel neglected If you think all is lost When I'm counting up my demons Saw there was one for every day With the good

And all of the nights and all of the days Yeah we’re watching them fading away And oh what a life when you’re rolling the dice When I’m gambling all of the time And oh oh oh oh oh I’m leaving now Sweet escape I just need you now Cold light wakes me in

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky