Our lager,
Who art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy froth.
Thy bar room come,
My head be spun,
At home, as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foaming head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
Lead us not into incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers,
For thine is the beer, the bitter and the lager,
For ever and ever,
Barmen
couldnt resist
Batfink
