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