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Hey Will, why's the room spinning When you look in the mirror, tell me is it the same What's going on inside your small brain Daily trouble seems to get you down What you gonna do, worry and be six feet underground There's a time to run and hide There's a time to live and let die Give me a beer it'll make it alright, alright You've got nothing to fear As long as we've got a beer Give me a beer, it'll make it alright Daily trouble seems to get you down What you gonna do, worry and be six feet underground Well I know exactly what I need, it's clear Lots of friends, lots of noise, and five kegs of my favorite beer Oh and you drink it slow, oh yes you drink it slow And you, well you're turning blue And your stomach burns, oh yes it starts to churn And you, you've got the shits Well the room it spins, oh yes it spins it spins Oh, it's coming through Aus Songtexte Mania