Tyskie - 01.09.2024

This is all too much for me
This cost of living crisis
This war on everything
My rent is too damn high
You've given me no future
You won't let me smoke here
And you have the audacity
	To charge six quid for a pint?
		You're out of your fucking mind
I don't care if this puts me on a list
	I believe in the right to get pissed
You can shove your cocktails up your ass
	I can't afford them, I'm working class
Your wealth, your swagger, your ideas stink
	This is the shit that drives me to drink
All of you posh bastards make me sick
	There's a reason why I'm such a prick
I won't take part in no pointless conflicts
	And I don't care about no politics
But I'll keep shouting, 'til my last breath:
	"Give me cheap beer, or give me death!"