Beer

Hey Will, why's the room spinning

When you look in the mirror, tell me is it the same
What's going on inside your small brain
Daily trouble seems to get you down
What you gonna do, worry and be six feet underground

There's a time to run and hide
There's a time to live and let die
Give me a beer it'll make it alright, alright
You've got nothing to fear
As long as we've got a beer
Give me a beer, it'll make it alright

Daily trouble seems to get you down
What you gonna do, worry and be six feet underground
Well I know exactly what I need, it's clear
Lots of friends, lots of noise, and five kegs of my favorite beer

Oh and you drink it slow, oh yes you drink it slow
And you, well you're turning blue
And your stomach burns, oh yes it starts to churn
And you, you've got the shits
Well the room it spins, oh yes it spins it spins
Oh, it's coming through