Bottled Piss
There is no way I would buy beer,
none of the brands that are brewed here.
How can you drink any of this?
American beer, bottled piss.
I’ll list any domestic brand
It’s so easy to understand
It’s gassy, yellow, and tasteless.
American beer, bottled piss.
They don’t care any way it’s brewed
Companies are selfish and rude.
Do you think they care about this?
American beer, bottled piss.
From Prohibition, to today,
no change; it’s always been that way.
This is nothing to reminisce.
American beer, bottled piss.
In Germany, or Vietnam,
none will sell; they don’t give a damn.
They just won’t buy any of this!
American beer, bottled piss.
If you’re here, or you’re over there,
wherever you are, they don’t care.
There is nothing here I would miss.
American beer, bottled piss.
No one gets much for their money.
I’ll show you where it’s not sunny.
Here is my ass for you to kiss.
American beer, bottled piss.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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