Lost And Found (tantrum Part 2) Lyrics - 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