I sleep in coffee grinds and cigarette butts
My daughter is in the bathroom making her cuts
My son’s out on the front pouch with a bag of industrial glee
And I have lost the energy to see, to see
And I have lost the energy to be
I shake my change in a coffee cup
My son is dead and I think my daughter has given up
The man I let rape me for a couple bucks
Passes me by and I scream out “God, you suck! God, you suck!”
Passes me by and I scream out “Oh, go fuck!”
I was in a café buying a cup of coffee
When some scum walked past and spat on me
I told him just to go back home to hell
He smiled his secret that he wouldn’t tell, wouldn’t tell
He smiled his secret that he wouldn’t sell
I’m craving for a cup of coffee outside a church
I’ve pretty much given up on my search
The priest strolled by and handed me a cup o’ Joe
Why he did that I don’t know, I don’t know
Why he did that I won’t show
Now I’m licking coffee off the asphalt street
Cursing and spitting at whoever I meet
Sorry, but the coffee has run out
This is what running dry is all about, all about
This is why running dry makes lice and louts
Points: 890
Reviews: 49
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