I'm walkin' down a dead end street. A bottle of whiskey in my hand
I'n walkin' down a dead end street. With the bottle in my hand
The only thing that please me. I think you better understand

Lookin´deep down in the bottle while the sun is goin´down
Lookin´deep down in the bottle while the sun is goin´down
I´m anything but sober My sorrows they have drowned

The bottle lies there empty and I'm thinkin' about you
The bottle is empty and I'm thinkin' about you
So long now since you left me, I can hardly get on through

I'm feelin' so tired in this dark alley tonight
I´m cold and i'm freezin' in this alley tonight
In the middle of the night an angel comes in sight

No friends at my funeral just a quier and a priest
No friends at my funeral just a quier and a priest
My soul belong to Jesus or did I sell it to the Beast


The benches are all empty without a sign of you
I wich you would be near me. But there's nothin' I can do
The quier sings so softly, for my forgotten soul
I once did forsake you. I regret that I did so


I´m standing at the Pearly gates there´s Saint Peter in his light
I´m standing at the Pearly gates there´s Saint Peter in his light
He says that when I'm sober He'll let me inside