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 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 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