The Man Who Loved Beer - Lambchop

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