Guardian - Coffee Can Lyrics
Each night the dream beganWe were sitting here, waiting on our coffee cansEyes fixed upon the skiesI was thinking of You, and if I qualifiedThen when the trumpet blewThe reality hit, this wasn't pay-per-viewMy can lifted up and out'Til the siren wailed, and a megaphone shoutedPull that bucket overLet me see your registrationYou'll be questioned at the stationBy a good cop, bad copIf they find you guiltyThey'll impound your can in HadesWhere the grounded lads and ladiesHad it good 'til the last dropI watched the others flyOn their coffee cans, as they waived goodbyeFreed from the earthly grindThey had escaped the roast, I'd been identifiedDream police nowhere to be foundI was left choking on the muddy groundsI calmed down and reached for my PezBut the head on the dispenser was Juan ValdezPull that bucket overLet me see your registrationYou'll be questioned at the stationBy a good cop, bad copIf they find you guiltyThey'll impound your can in HadesWhere the grounded lads and ladiesHad it good 'til the last dropTossing in my sleep againThe metaphor was wearing thin'Til my nightmare stretched it even moreLord you placed the bitter cupAgainst your lips, and drank it upTo bring me where you areI can't believe I've wandered off this farWoke up and smeeled the coffeeI don't like what caffeine does to meGod's got a pull I've felt first handI've gotta stop believeing my coffee canPull that bucket overLet me see your registrationYou'll be questioned at the stationBy a good cop, bad copIf they find you guiltyThey'll impound your can in HadesWhere the grounded lads and ladiesHad it good 'til the last dropBad dream, but I understandThat you can't get to Heaven on a coffee can
