the man in the bottle

the man in the bottle is strong,
the man in the bottle is brave,
the man in the bottle, wont be here tomorrow,
and he's digging me into my grave,

I saw her last night at the barroom,
she looked just as pure as the snow,
with dreams of young ages, uncorrupted faith yes,
and the tenderest heart of a saint

I wanted so badly to love her,
wanted her body with mine,
wanted to remember, the taste of that pureness,
that my heart hath but known, once a time


I searched for the words in the bottle,
the magical things I could say,
as all that I needed, was the right words indeed yes,
to turn her attention my way

the man in the bottle he knew this,
this was his chance to move in,
taking over my weakness, he moved with great swiftness,
and use my intentions for sin,

his silver toungue eroded her pureness,
convinced her to play in his game
and with all of his danger, his charm, and his favor,
he took all that pureness away,


Cause the man in the bottle is strong,
and the man in the bottle is brave,
but the man in the bottle, wont be here tomorrow,
and he's digging me into my grave

I saw her last night at the barroom,
she looked just as pure as the snow,
with dreams of young ages, uncorrupted faith yes,
and the tenderest heart of a saint

and I wanted so badly to love her,
wanted her body with mine,
wanted to remember the taste of that pureness,
that I hath but known once a time,

but the man in the bottle is strong,
the man in the bottle is brave,
the man in the bottle, wont be here tomorrow,
and he's turned me into his slave


yeah kris, I think I might just stole your song....