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 unlovableTo whom can I speak today
The gentleness has perished
And the violent man has
Come down on everyoneTo whom can I speak today
The wrong which roams the earth
There can be no end to it
It is just unstoppableDeath is in my sights today
As when a man desires
To see home after many years in jailFebruary through December
We have such a tragic year
As separate as the fingers
Suddenly as one as the handAnd the violent man
Has come down on everyone
And the violent man
Has come down on everyone