Beer and Loathing

Usually a real top bloke
A pretty decent mate
We all love him when he's one beer in
But just you fuckin' wait

ALL IT TAKES
Is three to five beers

A festering demon within him
Fuelled by libations
Question is how long before we see the mutation
Turns out our mate is a real piece of shit

ALL IT TOOK
Was three to five beers

Throwing back pints just to reach your peak
All that money just to throw up in the street

The spirits are strong but the flesh is weak
Fifteen dollar snack pack all over your feet

Parties over, take it on the chin
That last drink has done you in



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Cottrell
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