Coffee, Methadone & Cigarettes

Seen my old man, he has a broken heart

Got a leaky valve and aneurism, but trace it back to the start

When that big old fire came to us the night of ten

Well that greedy thing burned more than the ocean

You can bury the dead and try to forget

Still waking up with coffee, methadone & cigarettes

In the summer of fifty eight, when innocence shattered and broke

Receive happiness, embraced the yolk

When the stealing flames took my grandad from my pa

And ever since then we've been mending all those scars

But the bandages and ointments in the need

Still waking up with coffee, methadone & cigarettes

That broken bird somehow grooves

With the seven brothers and sisters move from the country to the zoo

Between the lengthy visits and the boarding schools

Yes he learned to dodge the books, and he learned to dodge the fools

Says he made mistakes but leaves with no regrets

Still waking up with coffee, methadone & cigarettes

Grandma on Sunday used to eat the chicken egg

She said she wasn't hungry and the kids could have the rest

When those kids grew they learned just what she'd done

She would go hungry for all of them, she'd go hungry for everyone

Now she's gone and it's hell in the hand basket

He's still waking up with coffee, methadone & cigarettes

Seen my old man, he has a broken heart

Got a leaky valve and aneurism, but you chase it back to the start

When that big old fire came to us the night of ten

Well that greedy thing burned more than the ocean

You can bury the dead and try to forget

You can bury the dead and try to live with no regrets

You can bury the dead and it's all gone to shit

Still waking up with coffee, methadone & cigarettes

Now she's gone and it's hell in the hand basket

Still waking up with coffee, methadone & cigarettes