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