Beer
It’s all about beer
Whether the brewery is far or somewhere near
Beer
The froth the foam
Whether I stay or whether I roam
The taste can be wonderful, or taste like piss
Here in Milwaukee we got both kinds
Mix it with orange peels and melon rinds
Once I start there is only one stopping point
Me hitting on your lady and you hitting me to the floor
God knows I should stop, just quit
God knows I’ve done it a million times
But see,
It’s the devil holding a cold one for me
The only love I have left is from a bottle
Or a can
On a good night I can barely stand
The taste as it flows from my throat
To my brain
There’s nothing like it
I live for it, probably die from it
God knows I should stop, just quit
God knows I’ve done it a million times
But see,
It’s the devil holding a cold one for me
Yeah, I should blame myself, or maybe my folks
I could go to a meeting, I’ve stood outside plenty a church basement
But what I have when my money is spent
Is beer, cold refreshing, beer
Disconnecting me from the world
Beer is my best girl
God knows I should stop, just quit
God knows I’ve done it a million times
But see,
It’s the devil holding a cold one for me
A cold one for me
A cold one for me
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