Lyrics of 3.5 revolution

Need myself a beer
Right this minute
Found myself a can
But there was nothin' in it
Oh miller i wish you were here
Budweiser king of beers

Fuck a glass of wine
Or tanqueray
Fuck a line of meth
And fuck your 'ludes
Clear blue skies
And back on the cause
Still a drinker without a cause

3,5 revolution
Goin' on in my mind

Grab myself a cold
From the pack
Grab myself another
From the pack
Grab myself a third
From the pack
Grab myself a fourth
From the pack