[Intro, instrumental] [bridge] [verse 1] I saw the devil inside a brown paper bag, Tall dark and handsome and encased with smooth glass, In one swift swallow he had led my soul to follow, Away from pure and hallowed and down low to burnt and hollow. Possession, indiscretion, and a lack of warm affection, Leads a drop, to a drink, to a river, to the brink. [Screaming] Towards Death's door I'd run, tell him life just ain't no fun, And he'd welcome me with a smile above a readied shotgun. [bridge] [verse 2] I saw God despite all odds, despite the shakes and the fits, With the lights above, and an IV in my wrist. Doctor Gee said I'd slipped and fell, missed my ticket straight to hell, And then he asked me if I'd prefer apple sauce or oatmeal. Possession, indiscretion, and a lack of warm affection, Leads a drop, to a drink, to a river, to the brink. [Screaming] Towards Death's door I'd run, tell him life just ain't no fun, And he'd welcome me with a smile above a readied shotgun. [Solo] [bridge] [verse 3] A few months pass, a hole in the wall. Where the buckshot had missed my mind, body, spirit and all. A struggle remains - a life retained, imperfect yet mine, A hope not felt in years, I hold onto with my head held high. Possession, indiscretion, and a lack of warm affection, Leads a drop, to a drink, to a river, to the brink. [Screaming] Towards Death's door I'd run, tell him life just ain't no fun, And he'd welcome me with a smile above a readied shotgun. [outro]
