Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coffee, Methadone & Cigarettes, artist - John Butler Trio. Album song HOME, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Record label: Because, Family
Song language: English
Coffee, Methadone & Cigarettes |
See my old man has a broken heart |
Gotta leaky valve, an aneurysm |
But, trace it back to the start |
When that big old fire came towards Nannup town |
That greedy thing burnt more than the bush down |
You can bury the dead and try to forget |
You’re still waking up with |
Coffee, methadone and cigarettes |
In the summer of fifty eight |
When innocence shattered and broke |
The tree, the egg, the nest, the breast, the yolk |
When those thieving flames |
Took my grandad from my Pa |
And ever since then we’ve been mending all those scars |
But the bandages and ointment ain’t done yet |
You’re still waking up with |
Coffee, methadone and cigarettes |
That broken bird somehow grew |
With his seven brothers and sisters |
Moved from the country to the zoo |
Between the legacy visits and the boarding schools |
Yes he learnt to dodge the books |
And he learnt to dodge the fools |
Says he’s made mistakes |
But lives with no regrets |
Still waking up with |
Coffee, methadone and cigarettes |
Grandma on Sunday |
Used to eat the chicken neck |
Said she wasn’t hungry and the kids could have the rest |
When those kids grew they learnt just what she’d done |
She would go hungry for all of them |
She’d go hungry for everyone |
Now she’s gone and it’s hell in the hand basket |
Still waking up with |
Coffee, methadone and cigarettes |
See my old man has a broken heart |
Got a leaky valve, an aneurysm |
But yeah trace it back to the start |
When that big old fire came towards Nannup town |
That greedy thing burnt more than the bush down |
You can bury the dead and try to forget |
You can bury the dead and try to live with no regrets |
You can bury the dead and it’s all gone to shit |
Still waking up with |
Coffee, methadone and cigarettes |
Now she’s gone |
And it’s hell in a hand basket |
Still waking up with |
Coffee, methadone and cigarettes |