Few Cold Beers

Headed to the tavern with a mind full of ideas and pockets full of coins
Nothing too thrilling, just an ordinary trip to the brewery
Meeting with old friends, drinking mates and brothers at heart
Making my way through the narrow streets of this township
Thinking about what may come from our encounter

A few cold beers with Marty and Hoop, my buddies, my comrades
Changing the world must be at the menu
What a revelation, we must be onto something
A bit of sarcasm never hurts a mortal
A healthy dose of screwed up ideas is needed to get this going

The bar is full of youngsters, losers and wanna be rebels laughing out loud
The atmosphere is light, the light is dim and the dimension of our universe is lost
We started with shooting the breeze and asking about new creations
We’re now bitching about bad art and mocking the system
I tend to not justify my life by the because but rather by the whatever

Four Stouts later…
Hoop went on about the distorted vision of society and its oppressive rulers
And some other things I cannot recall in my semi vague state
It must’ve been about the fundamentals of anarchism and community life
But then again who gives a shit, we’re just here to feel alive

Sitting around a table crowded with empty bottles
Selling our souls to the devil at the crossroad of our lives
Vehemently obsessing about the future of our chef-d’oeuvres
Any chance you can sell me a good idea brother
I cannot tolerate my doubts, I can only embrace them in isolation

The night is long, the themes of our discussion are many in this land of the free
But then again, we are foolish to believe we can accomplish any one thing
Let me break this to you my dear friends, we are in the process of becoming rebels
Clearly our lack of obedience towards our subject matter is rather evident
Again, a bit of sarcasm never hurts a mortal, by all means let’s just pretend