It's close to midnight, you open up the refridgerator door
No more moon pies, they were the cause of your slint deadly farts.
You try to scream, but thirst has caught you and you can't make it.
You start to freeze, but u see the game from the corner of your eye, you're out of time

You're out of Miller, Miller Lite.
And no soda can save u not a pepsi or a sprite.
You need a Miller, Miller Lite.
You're fighting in the light to find a Miller tonite.

You watch the door slam, and remember that fridge wasn't the only one.
You're freezing cold hand reaches to find a hot dog bun.
You close your eyes and hope that this is just you're immagination.
But all the while, There's Buds and Coors sitting in the back, But you're having a miller attack

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Flat sodas calling, you reach and find some old lemonade.
But there's no excaping the jaws of the booze tonight.
Leave the booze behind

They're out to get you, commercials comming on half-past 5
They will get you unless thry change that channel for a while
Now is the time, for you and I to buy water together
Althrough the night, I'll save you from the drinks you see, you wont have to pee

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