Free Beer
         by White Power 

I can't escape this liquid hell
I can't break out of this drunken cell

When I close my eyes the world seems to spin
I am trying to stop but I will never win

I go to work but it stays on my mind
no matter how far I run I'm always confined

Straight back to my house is where I go 
I tell my self I won't do it but yet I know

I lock myself in, I tie myself down
In a place having no light or no sound

As I feel my brain beginning to crack
I cut the ropes and head right back

I can't wait to taste that foamy, gold malt
It is my God but its not my fault

I'm broke, without it I huddle in fear
trying to remember a place that serves Free Beer.

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Completed 04/13/94                                 
" Free Beer " (c) White Power and             
CiA Productions, 1994 and beyond                
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