The Man Who Loved Beer

To whom can I speak today?
The brothers they are equal
But 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
As when a man desires
To see home after many years in jail

February through December
We have such a tragic year
As separate as the fingers
Suddenly, as one
As the hand

And the violent man has come down on everyone
And the violent man has come down on everyone
And the violent man has come down
On everyone