Beer festival Here festival

Beer festival here festival

Beer festival here now

Lichfield, cathedral of 3 spires

One for each of them

They know who they are, they haunt me through the night

Another beer, another festival

Beer festival here and now

This life will never be right. 

Hoppy and grassy aroma

A golden straw coloured beer

A shipwreck on a stormy sea

Sails rent from mast

It's just beer, it gets you drunk

But the effects never last. 

Don't get me wrong, there is no fear

Maybe that's the problem

There's just nothing here. 

Beer festival, here festival 

Its here and its here.