作词 : Peter Hammill/Gerhard Mrozeck/Norbert Hamm 作曲 : Gerhard Mrozeck/Norbert Hamm 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
作词 : Peter Hammill/Gerhard Mrozeck/Norbert Hamm 作曲 : Gerhard Mrozeck/Norbert Hamm 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
