Tankard Need Money for Beer Lyrics

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I was born in beer,
My object of lust
But got no money,
Still drink I must
I search my pockets,
And what do I find
useless Kleenex
To wipe my behind
I need a Goddamn brew,
That´s why I've come to you

You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
So pious and gracious
Intention isn't very clear
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a ****ing beer

You've got the cash, so give it to me
Dig in your wallet and set me free
Expect no thanks, you can kiss my ***
I´ll ball your girlfriend and cum with class

I need a Goddamn brew,
That´s why I've come to you

You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
So pious and gracious
Intention isn't very clear
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a ****ing beer

You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a ****ing beer

I was born in beer, my object of lust
But got no money,
Still drink I must
I search my pockets,
And what do I find
Useless Kleenex to wipe my behind

You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
So pious and gracious
Intention isn't very clear
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a ****ing beer

Written by: Andreas Geremia, Andreas Gutjahr, Frank Thorwarth, Olaf Zissel
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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