Herbert Gronemeyer - Alcohol Lyrics
We hit the dark rooms at the dying of the lightAnd for developments awaitThe day beginning with the coming of the nightI take my breakfast at eight p.m.I list the promises i've given to myselfThe world's at fourty degreesMessages in bottles wait upon the bar-room shelfI count them off in twos and threesThere's something ironicIn unspoken jestMy nerves take a tonicAnd the world takes the restAlcohol is an ambulance, a fighting shipAlcohol gives the hand that shakes a steady gripAlcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dipAlcohol, alcoholI wall my thoughts up with a plaster skimLike chewing gum they all congealThrough glasses, darkly, i observe that's me that's himSome kind of skeleton is hazily revealed...Nothing's the matterNothing has changedI'm mad as a hatterBut feeling no painAlcohol is the angel's kiss upon your lipsAlcohol is the sorceror's apprenticeshipAlcohol is the parachute that never ripsAlcohol is the jacket that you can't unzipAlcohol is the searchlight and a neon stripAlcohol is the answer at your fingertipsAlcohol - the casino where you cash your chipsAlcohol, alcohol, alcoholAlcohol is an ambulance, a fighting shipAlcohol gives the hand that shakes a steady gripAlcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dipAlcohol is the jacket that you can't unzipAlcohol is the searchlight and a neon stripAlcohol is the answer at your fingertipsAlcohol - the casino where you cash your chipsAlcohol, alcohol, alcoholAlcohol is the angel's kiss upon your lipsAlcohol is the sorceror's apprenticeshipAlcohol is the parachute that never ripsAlcohol is the jacket that you can't unzipAlcohol is the searchlight and a neon stripAlcohol is the answer at your fingertipsAlcohol - the casino where you cash your chipsAlcohol, alcohol, alcohol
