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 be 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, watch
Get the flaps 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 box, and no flaps, nothing