Autonomadic
Текст песни King Of Beers

Well, I've got a factory that's full of hops
And I pay nothing for American crops
Now I'm pulling out all of the stops --
I'm taking my brewery to the top

I'm the King of Beers!

I like to work on my golf driving
It takes my mind off the babies dying
And when I hear the sound of my stocks climbing
It drowns out the noise of the nations crying

Thinking about my St. Louis home
My son and two daughters getting stoned
Spending days, or weeks, on the phone
Begging Grandfather for a loan