Wine is fine. But whiskey's quicker. Suicide is slow with liquor. Take a bottle drown your sorrows. Then it floods away tomorrow. Away tomorrow. Evil thoughts and evil doings. Cold alone you hang in ruins. Thought 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 sow 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 is 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. Wine is fine. But whiskey's quicker. Suicide is slow with liquor. Take a bottle drown your sorrows. Then it floods away tomorrow.