Most men would give up the bottle
Just for one sip from her cup
Yeah they’d leave their own flame out in the rain
For a chance to light hers up
Well I sleep beside that fire
But all I ever dream about
Is either how to light up another
Or how to put this one out

Some don’t know it’s over
Till it’s two years dead and gone
And some start diggin’ a six foot hole
While the party’s still going on
With a hot dinner on the table
And champagne in each glass
I walked straight out the front door
And never even turned to look back

So you can bury me with my walking stick
Cause I’m gonna need, yeah I’m gonna need it where I’m going
I’m gonna walk up and down the streets of hell
And when I come across the devil gonna wish him well
Shake his hand and let him know I’ve come home

Well I hear they’ve got a position
For a man with a degree
In makin’ tears and breakin’ hearts
Yeah they’re lookin’ for a man like me
The devil’s hotel’s gettin’ hotter
When I arrive for my extended stay
If you see him before I get there
Won’t you tell him I’m on my way

And you can bury me with my walking stick
Cause I’m gonna need, yeah I’m gonna need it where I’m going
I’m gonna walk up and down the streets of hell
And when I come across the devil gonna wish him well
Shake his hand and hear him say welcome home