Wine is fine, but whiskeys 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 youd escape the reaper You cant escape the master keeper Cos you feel lifes unreal, and youre living a lie Such a shame, whos to blame, and youre 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 reapers travelling at full throttle Its catching you, but you dont see The reapers you, and the reaper is me Breaking laws, knocking doors But theres 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 Dont you know what its really about Wine is fine, but whiskeys quicker Suicide is slow with liquer Take a bottle, drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows
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