Stale Coffee Lyrics

Big city friction factors in

The 8 month blues that settle in

When there's nothing you can't get

Over, you'll let it all ride on a

4-leaf cover

Let's count hours, let's count days

Let's count the people counting ways

Of keeping up with the static

Quo, and I'm still waiting for

The punchline

To the joke that no one's getting

Is there anybody else who's

Looking for a foxhole out from

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Between

I can't laugh or be offended who

The god they're grabbing turns to lead

And the more they get the more they

Let it weigh them down

The daily diatribe begins

The stale coffee smells like shit

Visionaries are out of focus

Econochrist defeats the purpose

Let's count dollars, let's count cents

Pocket the check, spare the expense

And every friday sign your

Life away on the dotted punchline