Alcohol Lyrics

We hit the darkroom at the dying of the light
And for development we wait
The day beginning with the coming of the night
I take my breakfast at 8 p.m

I list the promises I′ve given to myself
The world at 40 degrees
Messages in bottles wait upon the barroom shelf
I count them off in twos and threes

There's something ironic
In unspoken jest
My nerves take a tonic
The world takes a rest

Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship
Alcohol is the hand that shakes a steady grip
Alcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dip
Alcohol, alcohol

I warm my thoughts up with a plaster of skin
Like chewing gum they often peel
Through glasses darkly I observe, "That′s me, that's him"
Some kind of skeleton that's hazily revealed

Nothing′s the matter
Nothing has changed
I′m mad as a hatter
But feeling no pain

Alcohol is the angel's kiss upon your lips
Alcohol is the sorcerer′s apprenticeship
Alcohol is the parachute that never rips
Alcohol is the jacket that you can't unzip
Alcohol is a searchlight and a neon strip
Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips
Alcohol, a casino where you cash your chips
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol

Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship
Alcohol is the hand that shakes a steady grip
Alcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dip
Alcohol is the jacket that you can′t unzip
Alcohol is a searchlight and a neon strip
Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips
Alcohol, a casino where you cash your chips
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol

Alcohol is the angel's kiss upon your lips
Alcohol is the sorcerer′s apprenticeship
Alcohol is the parachute that never rips
Alcohol is the jacket that you can't unzip
Alcohol is a searchlight and a neon strip
Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips
Alcohol, a casino where you cash your chips
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol