i'm a little coffee pot short, stout, and burnt beyond recognition

sour to the taste

and an and, and an and, and the end

what a dark mess of chemicals we have become

look through my caffeinated eyes my love

i see the sun in all it's ultraviolet glory

it beckons me to abort my life in painstaking procrastination

.....and all i want for xmas is to fly 2 blunts deep

i drive for days and sleep for miles, but never a drop to drink.

no control but not exactly a riot either.

fuck me you're such a riot

i've found healing powers beyond my wildest dreams, behind your lips

i am the dinosaur soaring toward extinction

so smoke 'em if you got 'em kids

.....cause Joe Camel needs the pocket cash

or read 'em and weep sweetheart

cause my royal flush comes with a love note

i bleed spades, you draw horses.....

may the lord strike down our penniless heroes for if not we must take matters into our own hands

everything will be new when we open our eyes for the first time

so i'll pick you up at 7 and we'll have a real shitty time, but at least we'll have a time

i'd love you to hate my guts if they weren't already covered in ulcers

.....ulcers only a mother could love

so for now peace love and misdemeanors

cause i plan on being out of step for awhile my dear