Still all this party, raising hell to get my beer I will go crazy, if I dont find it here Someone snatched my only joy If you touch it you will die Ill never give up, Ill will kill to get it back Which dirty bastards stole my beloved suds? Curses by the sixpack cast on you! Merciless Ill break you, thief of brew Still I am getting ill Need my regular fill I will have to kill For my rightful beer They all look guilty, its a damn conspiracy Ill spare nobody fighting for liberty Crash the party with a cry Either they will die or I Fists in my stomach, kicking me in my poor face Bleeding and hurting they call me a disgrace Curses by the sixpack cast on you! Merciless you broke me, thieves of brew Still I am getting ill Need my regular fill I will have to kill For my rightful beer Slumped in the corner, feeling like a total dope My head is spinning, no friends, no booze, no hope Nothing left but suicide Bid this evil world goodbye But theres my beercan, recognize it on the spot Must have forgot it when I went to the pot Time for celebration, laughs and cheers Reunification with my beer Now no more getting ill Got my regular fill I wont have to kill For my rightful beer
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