| Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker | |
| Suicide is slow with liquer | |
| Take a bottle, drown your sorrows | |
| Then it floods away tommorows | |
| Away tommorows | |
| 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 ' | |
| Cos 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 travelling 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 | |
| Made 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 | |
| Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker | |
| Suicide is slow with liquer | |
| Take a bottle, drown your sorrows | |
| Then it floods away tomorrows |