Letras
You say you feel close to death
It seems like nothing is left
You think the end is near
That's why we're here, have a beer
With fear can't wait till Friday night
It's time to f*** or fight
We'll get a gut full of suds
We'll go hammer some cruds
Have a beer with fear cold ones
On my mind oceans of buds
It's a crime, so much beer so little time
We get right Friday night it's time to f*** or fight
We'll get a gut full of suds and slam into some sluts have a beer with fear