I come to shaking in the alley
I'm soaked through drenched in cold sweat
The darkness has completely vanished
There's no trace of blood from my coughing fit
I stumble clumsily to my feet
My head's still swimming
I walk slowly back down the alley
Still hanging on the wall
There's two green bottles hanging on the wall
Hanging on the wall
There's two green bottles hanging on the wall
Hanging on the wall
And if one green bottle should accidently fall
Accidently fall
There'll be one green bottle hanging on the wall