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Lost And Found (Tantrum Part 2)

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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