Alcohol - Herbert Grönemeyer

We hit the dark rooms at the dying of the light\nand for developments await\nthe day beginning with the coming of the night\nI take my breakfast at eight p.m.\nI list the promises I’ve given to myself\nthe world’s at fourty degrees\nmessages in bottles wait upon the bar-room shelf\nI count them off in twos and threes\nthere’s something ironic\nin unspoken jest\nmy nerves take a tonic\nand the world takes the rest.\nAlcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship\nalcohol gives the hand that shakes a steady grip\nalcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dip\nalcohol, alcohol\nI wall my thoughts up with a plaster skim\nlike chewing gum they all congeal\nthrough glasses, darkly, I observe that’s me that’s him\nsome kind of skeleton is hazily revealed…\nnothing’s the matter\nnothing has changed\nI’m mad as a hatter\nbut feeling no pain.\nAlcohol is the angel’s kiss upon your lips\nalcohol is the sorceror’s apprenticeship\nalcohol is the parachute that never rips\nalcohol is the jacket that you can’t unzip\nalcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip\nalcohol is the answer at your fingertips\nalcohol — the casino where you cash your chips\nalcohol, alcohol, alcohol\nAlcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship\nalcohol gives the hand that shakes a steady grip\nalcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dip\nalcohol is the jacket that you can’t unzip\nalcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip\nalcohol is the answer at your fingertips\nalcohol — the casino where you cash your chips\nalcohol, alcohol, alcohol\nAlcohol is the angel’s kiss upon your lips\nalcohol is the sorceror’s apprenticeship\nalcohol is the parachute that never rips\nalcohol is the jacket that you can’t unzip\nalcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip\nalcohol is the answer at your fingertips\nalcohol — the casino where you cash your chips\nalcohol, alcohol, alcohol