| Wine is fine |
| But whiskey’s quicker |
| Suicide is slow with liquer |
| Take a bottle drain your sorrows |
| Candied thoughts await tommorows |
| Evil thought 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 mis there life after birth |
| What you saw can mean 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 is 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 |
| Candied thoughts await tommorow |