The Man Who Loved Beer

To whom can I speak today? The brothers they are evil

And the old friends of today, they have become unlovable

To whom can I speak today? The gentleness has perished

And the violent man has come down on everyone

To whom can I speak today? The wrong which roams the earth,

There can be no end to it, it is just unstoppable

Death is in my sights today, and when a man desires

To see home after many years in jail

February through December we have such a tragic hue

As separate as the fingers, or suddenly as one as the hand

And the violent man comes down on everyone