The Tim Version - Stale Coffee lyrics

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Big city friction factors in<br />

The 8 month blues that settle in<br />

When there's nothing you can't get<br />

Over, you'll let it all ride on a<br />

4-leaf cover<br />

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Let's count hours, let's count days<br />

Let's count the people counting ways<br />

Of keeping up with the static<br />

Quo, and I'm still waiting for<br />

The punchline<br />

<br />

To the joke that no one's getting<br />

Is there anybody else who's<br />

Looking for a foxhole out from<br />

The 4 walls that they're stuck<br />

Between<br />

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I can't laugh or be offended who<br />

The god they're grabbing turns to lead<br />

And the more they get the more they<br />

Let it weigh them down<br />

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The daily diatribe begins<br />

The stale coffee smells like shit<br />

Visionaries are out of focus<br />

Econochrist defeats the purpose<br />

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Let's count dollars, let's count cents<br />

Pocket the check, spare the expense<br />

And every friday sign your<br />

Life away on the dotted punchline