Suicide Solution

Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquor Take a bottle, drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows, away tomorrows Evil thoughts and evil doings Cold, alone, you hang in ruins Thought that you'd escape the reaper You can't escape the Master Keeper 'Cause you feel life's unreal and you're living a lie Such a shame, who's to blame? And you're wondering why Then you ask from your cask, "Is there life after birth?" What you saw can mean Hell on this earth, Hell on this earth Now you live inside a bottle The reaper's traveling at full throttle It's catching you, but you don't see The reaper's you and the reaper is me Breaking laws, knocking doors, but there's no one at home Make your bed, rest your head, but you lie there and moan Where to hide? Suicide is the only way out Don't you know what it's really about? Ah, now people You really know we're at Ah, ah, you got it, fox Get the plans out, Satan, Satan, Satan Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquor Take a bottle, drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows Take me away Oh, oh, tomorrow It's never getting me flaps, no flaps No fox, I don't flaps, nothing