Alcohol Lyrics
| Song | Alcohol |
| Artist | Herbert Grönemeyer |
| Album | What's All This? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We hit the dark rooms at the dying of the light | |
| And for developments await | |
| The day beginning with the coming of the night | |
| I take my breakfast at eight p.m.. | |
| I list the promises I've given to myself | |
| The world's at fourty degrees | |
| Messages in bottles wait upon the bar-room shelf | |
| I count them off in twos and threes | |
| There's something ironic | |
| In unspoken jest | |
| My nerves take a tonic | |
| And the world takes the rest. | |
| Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship | |
| Alcohol gives the hand that shakes a steady grip | |
| Alcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dip | |
| Alcohol, alcohol | |
| I wall my thoughts up with a plaster skim | |
| Like chewing gum they all congeal | |
| Through glasses, darkly, I observe that's me that's him | |
| Some kind of skeleton is 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 sorceror's apprenticeship | |
| Alcohol is the parachute that never rips | |
| Alcohol is the jacket that you can't unzip | |
| Alcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol – the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol | |
| Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship | |
| Alcohol gives 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 the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol – the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol | |
| Alcohol is the angel's kiss upon your lips | |
| Alcohol is the sorceror's apprenticeship | |
| Alcohol is the parachute that never rips | |
| Alcohol is the jacket that you can't unzip | |
| Alcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol – the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol |
| We hit the dark rooms at the dying of the light | |
| And for developments await | |
| The day beginning with the coming of the night | |
| I take my breakfast at eight p. m.. | |
| I list the promises I' ve given to myself | |
| The world' s at fourty 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 | |
| And the world takes the rest. | |
| Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship | |
| Alcohol gives the hand that shakes a steady grip | |
| Alcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dip | |
| Alcohol, alcohol | |
| I wall my thoughts up with a plaster skim | |
| Like chewing gum they all congeal | |
| Through glasses, darkly, I observe that' s me that' s him | |
| Some kind of skeleton is 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 sorceror' s apprenticeship | |
| Alcohol is the parachute that never rips | |
| Alcohol is the jacket that you can' t unzip | |
| Alcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol | |
| Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship | |
| Alcohol gives 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 the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol | |
| Alcohol is the angel' s kiss upon your lips | |
| Alcohol is the sorceror' s apprenticeship | |
| Alcohol is the parachute that never rips | |
| Alcohol is the jacket that you can' t unzip | |
| Alcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol |
| We hit the dark rooms at the dying of the light | |
| And for developments await | |
| The day beginning with the coming of the night | |
| I take my breakfast at eight p. m.. | |
| I list the promises I' ve given to myself | |
| The world' s at fourty 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 | |
| And the world takes the rest. | |
| Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship | |
| Alcohol gives the hand that shakes a steady grip | |
| Alcohol is the scorpion in a lucky dip | |
| Alcohol, alcohol | |
| I wall my thoughts up with a plaster skim | |
| Like chewing gum they all congeal | |
| Through glasses, darkly, I observe that' s me that' s him | |
| Some kind of skeleton is 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 sorceror' s apprenticeship | |
| Alcohol is the parachute that never rips | |
| Alcohol is the jacket that you can' t unzip | |
| Alcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol | |
| Alcohol is an ambulance, a fighting ship | |
| Alcohol gives 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 the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol | |
| Alcohol is the angel' s kiss upon your lips | |
| Alcohol is the sorceror' s apprenticeship | |
| Alcohol is the parachute that never rips | |
| Alcohol is the jacket that you can' t unzip | |
| Alcohol is the searchlight and a neon strip | |
| Alcohol is the answer at your fingertips | |
| Alcohol the casino where you cash your chips | |
| Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol |
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