May I suggest every one goes down on their knees and pray for the lost souls here???
(Yes Mitch, you can use your knee cushion for today...)

Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Halllowed by thy drink
Thy will be drunk (I will be drunk)
At home as it is in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, the bitter, the lager,
the hormones...
BARMEN.
