Tankard is a german Thrash Metal band founded in 1982. Inventors of the "Alcoholic Metal"-genre. The band currently consist of Andy, Gerre, Olaf and Frank. The band chose their name after looking through a dictonary and seeing a word defined as "beer mug. Discography: * 1984: Heavy Metal Vanguard (demo) * 1985: Alcoholic Metal (demo) * 1986: Zombie Attack * 1987: Chemical Invasion * 1988: The Morning After * 1989: Alien (MLP) * 1989: Hair Of The Dog (Best-of-album, originally a Britain-only-release which became a collector´s item all over Europe - thanks to Sebastian Krüger´s cover art) * 1990: The Meaning Of Life * 1990 Open All Night (live video) * 1991: Fat, Ugly And Live * 1992: Stone Cold Sober * 1994: Two-Faced * 1994: TANKWART - Aufgetankt * 1995: The Tankard * 1996: TANKWART - Himbeergeist zum Frühstück * 1998: Disco Destroyer * 2000: Kings Of Beer * 2002: B-Day * 2003: Beast Of Bourbon * 2005: Fat, Ugly And Still (A)Live (live dvd) * 2006: The Beauty and the Beer * 2006: Schwarz-Weiß Wie Schnee (ep) Musicians: * Andreas "Gerre" Geremia (1982)- Vocals * Frank Thorwarth (1982) - Bass * Olaf Zissel (1994)- Drums * Andy Gutjahr (1998)- Guitars Former Musicians: Guitars:*Axel Katzmann (1982-1995) *Andy Bulgaropulos (1982-1998) *Bernhard Rapprich (1982) Drums:*Oliver Werner (1982-89) *Arnulf Tunn (1989-1993)
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Need Money For Beer Lyrics

Tankard

I was born in beer,
My object of lust
But got no money,
Still drink I must
I search my pockets,
And what do I find
Useless cleenex
To wipe my behind
I need a Goddamn brew
That's why I've come to you
You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
So pious and gracious
Intention isn't very clear
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a fucking beer
You've got the cash,
So give it to me
Dig you in your Wallet
And set me free
Expect no thanks,
You can kiss my ass
I'll ball your girlfriend
And cum with class
I need a Goddamn brew
That's why I've come to you
You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
So pious and gracious
Intention isn't very clear
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a fucking beer
You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a fucking beer
I was born in beer,
My object of lust
But got no money,
Still drink I must
I search my pockets,
And what do I find
Useless cleenex
To wipe my behind
You bastard, I hate you
I kill you, you can lick my butt
So pious and gracious
Intention isn't very clear
You bastard, still hate you
Need money for a fucking beer