There was a young booze fighter who was filled with rebel pride
He gathered up his belongs and kissed his mom goodbye
He joined his cause’s army cause his innocence had died
His mother cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
The story of our booze fighter starts in simpler times
With origins unknown there’s no history you will find
He fights social injustice but don’t call it crime
There is but one thing that does occupy his mind
He said my goal’s but one
That everyone has fun
We’ll drink and drink some more
Then we’ll pass out on the floor
Now open your mouth and taste this everyone let’s get wasted
The booze fighter he’s no mortal man
Try to keep up with him, no man can
Booze is what gives him his energy
He don’t need food
And he don’t need sleep (sleep, sleep, sleep)
He said my goal’s but one
That everyone has fun
We’ll drink and drink some more
Then we’ll pass out on the floor
Now open your mouth and taste this everyone let’s get wasted
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024