Suicide Solution - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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

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?

Ah, now people

You really know where it's at

Ah, ah you got it, fox

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

You never give me flaps, no flaps

No box, and no flaps, nothing