歌词
(6 measure instrumental intro)
(Verse 1)
That’s, you know, that’s what he said,
That that next summer there would be this big revolution,
And that the chosen people would live in a hole in the middle of the desert.
And then after the crimes, we went out and looked for the hole.
But instead, I found your face,
Underneath the stars and that old oak tree,
The scent of your perfume, sweet like summer rain,
But your heart turned cold, baby, just like me.
(Chorus)
Where’s my beer? Where’s my truth?
You left me drowning in these memories of you,
Heartbreaker, soul shaker, what am I supposed to do?
Where’s my beer? Where’s my peace?
I’m just a whisper of a love that’s deceased,
Now I’m raising a glass, to the pain of your release,
Where’s my beer?
(Verse 2)
Steamroller, midnight stroller,
You left me chasing ghosts through these empty halls,
Every laugh we shared, now it echoes in the dark,
And the whiskey burns deep like your last call.
Red-hot mama, velvet charmer,
You were the fire, and I was the fool,
Now the only spark I have is the one that's gone out,
And it’s me who’s left trying to cool down the duel.
(Chorus)
Where’s my beer? Where’s my truth?
You left me drowning in these memories of you,
Heartbreaker, soul shaker, what am I supposed to do?
Where’s my beer? Where’s my peace?
I’m just a whisper of a love that’s deceased,
Now I’m raising a glass, to the pain of your release,
Where’s my beer?
(Bridge)
Talking, jiving, poison ivy,
You wrapped me tight, then cut me loose,
Man taker, bone faker,
I thought we had it all, but you were just a ruse.
Every sunset now, it’s bittersweet,
I chase that bottle just to feel complete,
But I’ll find my way back to the light,
With a cold one in hand, I’ll be alright.
(Chorus)
Where’s my beer? Where’s my truth?
You left me drowning in these memories of you,
Heartbreaker, soul shaker, what am I supposed to do?
Where’s my beer? Where’s my peace?
I’m just a whisper of a love that’s deceased,
Now I’m raising a glass, to the pain of your release,
Where’s my beer?
(Outro)
So I’ll toast to the nights we used to feel alive,
Raise a glass to the heartache that I’ll survive,
And in every pouring, I’ll find a way to cheer,
‘Cause what I’m really asking is, where’s my beer?
