Warning Bells

Warning Bells
Reaching for that bottle, your hand on that throttle,
getting ready to ride without a guide,
down that road, that road to hell.

Wake up before it's too late,
before you reach that gate.
Let go of the hate,
think of your mate.

Looking at life through the bottom of a bottle,
hands shaking,
body quaking.
One of these days you won't be waking.
Don't you hear them Warning Bells?

Shatter that bottle on the floor,
turn around, walk out that door,
do it for you. Listen to them Warning Bells.

  
Only time will tell if you heard,
heard them bells.

Don't find yourself on the floor, anymore,
turn around say no more, walk out that door.
You're off that road that road to hell.
You've heard them Warning, Warning Bells.