My coffee stain is turned down
I sit and watch it burn no longer
Go and ? my family's pictures

I, I think I can help you
Help me I'm dead

Discussing how I've been feeling is worthless
No one will know, my brain is numb
Screaming as I do, when I think
What am I? I don't know

What do you say?
Here comes the coffee man
Coffee grain
A fresh new brew for you
Stepping away
The mud it's seeping through
Coffee night
It'll clean out your ears

What do you say?
Here comes the coffee man
Coffee grain
A fresh new brew for you
Stay away
The mud is seeping through
Coffee night
It'll clean out your ears

What do you say?
Here comes the coffee man
Coffee grain
A fresh new death for you
Stay away
The mud is seeping through
Coffee night
It'll clean out your ears

James A Folger, a roasted soldier
1859, he started to burn
Corn field, coffee bean, started to swing in my sink
Started a swing in my sink

I gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta get another sip
Of the funky full flavor, automatic drip
Funky full flavor, automatic drip

Me myself and I, an odd combination
Open ? bleeding ? I
Things I can't bare to
Things for me I can't bare to

Wash me clean with caffiene
It's been told, 2 years old

Wash me clean with your caffiene
My story has been told you never know
Wash me clean with your caffiene
My story has been told you never know
Wash me clean with your caffiene
My story has been told you never know

I give up