Suicide Solution - Pickin' On Series, Iron Horse

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