lost and found tantrum part 2

Tankard

Still all this party, raising hell to get my beer
I will go crazy, if I don t find it here
Someone snatched my only joy
If you touch it you will die
I ll never give up, I ll will kill to get it back
Which dirty bastards stole my beloved suds?

Curses by the sixpack cast on you!
Merciless I ll 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, it s a damn conspiracy
I ll 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 good-bye
But there s 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 won t have to kill
For my rightful beer