Lost and Found (Tantrum Part 2)

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 will kill to get it back Which dirty bastards stole my beloved suds? [Chorus1]: 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 [Chorus 2] 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 [Chorus 3]: 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