Song | Suicide Solution |
Artist | Ozzy Osbourne |
Album | iTunes Festival: London 2010 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Daisley, Osbourne, Rhoads | |
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 | |
By Carhin |
zuo ci : Daisley, Osbourne, Rhoads | |
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 | |
By Carhin |
zuò cí : Daisley, Osbourne, Rhoads | |
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 | |
By Carhin |