Feed The Lohocla Lyrics - Tankard

Was it destiny that one day It was born 

Drunk creature of the night who haunts us for our brew 

It was dark, midnight or so, when most had left for home 

Breath of life, Lohocla lives, the barley entity 

Now it is alive spawned from the loins of beer 

Throat parched and on a quest to quench his - die hard thirst 

All he asks oblige him in giving up your drink 

It's okay, don't shit your pants, he's tamer than you think 

Where is he from? Why is he here? 

Nocturnal boozer on a pursuit of beer 

So set him free from sobriety-tonight! 

Inebriate! One of his favorite words 

Control his state of mind though he has no dime 

Out of cash and out of stash, he's coming off his high 

Time to cruise the local joints to mooch Iiquld food 

Wading through the bar and wasted off his ass 

Lohocla's drunk again yet still he begs for more