Tall Cans’ depressed Man… Empty cans… surrounds my bed! Next to where I lay my head… Should I collect them cans? No, stay in Bed, where I cancel my friends! Balance the fear’s in my Head, pass out drunk in my Bed… Fuck humanity with a threat, I need to make some changes before I’m dead. Beer will always be my friend, why did I pick this habit for my soul to attend! “Bench Press” life stress, home land no Government.