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Dealers of God - The Value of Beer lyrics

Artist: Dealers of God

album: Visions of Fuel


And here I am in Colorado! I keep thinking briefly
'I'm making it'... and after a refreshing sleep
Filled with cobwebby dreams of a past life in Houston, I got up
Washed in the station's mens room and strode off, feeling slick as a fiddle!
Don't say prayers for anyone
Don't say prayers for anyone
Speedin' down the Hume
I don't know what else to do
Cops pullin' me over, they say: 'is this you?'
I say no
That's definitely not me
That's some other cobber
So I sped right off
In a fuckin' chopper
Yuh, pull up to K-Mart with guns blazing
Shoot a K-Mart employee with my gun
That shit made me feel
Really dumb, I blame beer!
Beer is bad for ya system
Bad for ya liver
Even if you drink
Just a slivеr of beer
You will die
Go to your grave wondering, 'why?'
I'm sеcond guessing the value of beer
I'm second guessing the value of beer
Is it too expensive?
Yeah yeah, yeah
I've been smoking on the crack for 37 hours
And now I'm gonna smoke it by the pound
I couldn't handle all this fuckin'
Spice in my veins so I'm
Going insane and I'm
Breaking down, and I stab my mother and my grandmother and my
Brother, and I
Ay
It's ya boy
Crack is whack
Eat a big mac
Drink a beer
Make me feel whack
Hangover every day, I'm tryna value beer
I don't know if this shit's making me think clear, yuh
Drinking beer way too much
I'm thinking such is such, I don't know, yuh
Beer is whack, but so is crack
(Don't say prayers for anyone)
Every day I slay
Smoking on the hay
Smoking on the hay
I've been smoking on the hay since I was 27, uh
Fish in the river with my dad
Crayfish
Go to the fish market
Gonna buy some salmon
(Woo!)
I'm second guessing the value of beer
(Here we go... one, two, three, four!)
I'm second guessing the value of beer
(Sell it on the market for)
I'm second guessing the value of beer
Is it too expensive?
(I killed some dude on the street before)
Headin' down to Revs
To get on the bevvs
Now I'm smoking darts
My fellas on the shard
Drones like I'm Obama
Bombs like I'm Osama
At the club and I hit the shwarma
Cuz I'm fiending for a feed
Listening to Psytrance going to a doof
Smoking pounds of choof every day
I'm so aloof, I'm smoking choof
Living in a tent in Narre Warren
I'm feeling very Narre
Bad
Smoking on the hay
Smoking hay
Uh
Fishing with my dad
Crayfish
There she goes, ohh...

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