The Man Who Loved Beer - David Byrne

To whom can I speak today

The brothers they are equal

But the old friends of today

They have become unlovable

To whom can I speak today

The gentleness has perished

And the violent man has come down on everyone

To whom can I speak today

The wrong which roams the earth

There can be no end to it It is just unstoppable

Death is in my sights today

As when a man desires

To see home after many years in jail

February through December

We have such a tragic year

As separate as the fingers

Suddenly — as one — as the hand

And the violent man has come down on everyone

And the violent man has come down on everyone