Suicide Solution
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quickerSuicide is slow with liqueurTake a bottle, drown your sorrowsThen it floods away tomorrowsAway tomorrows
Evil thoughts and evil doingsCold, alone you hang in ruinsThought that you'd escape the reaperYou can't escape the master keeper
'Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lieSuch a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering whyThen you ask from your cask, is there life after birthWhat you saw can mean hell on this earthHell on this earth
Now you live inside a bottleThe reaper's travelling at full throttleIt's catching you, but you don't seeThe reaper's you, and the reaper is me
Breaking laws, knocking doorsBut there's no one at homeMade your bed, rest your headBut you lie there and moanWhere to hide, suicide is the only way outDon't you know what it's really about
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quickerSuicide is slow with liqueurTake a bottle, drown your sorrowsThen it floods away tomorrows