Tankard - Need money for beer

I was born in beer, my object of lust
But got no money, still drink I must
I search my pockets, and what do I find
Useless cleenex to wipe my behind

I need a Goddamn brew
That's why I've come to you

You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
So pious and gracious
Intention isn't very clear
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a fucking beer