Coffee Blues

"There's a place you can go,
   where you can't see the blues for the booze
Ha, where the smoke sits thick and heavy
   like eye cancer looking for a lung
And the stench of lust ripens quicker than
   the breasts on the pubescent girls with their
swimming heads and altered smiles

There's a place down here where egos swell
   in the pants of self-appointed hunters of the night
Ha Ha, where the conversation hangs and dives
   and sinks like cheap tequila on an empty gut
And the laughter is real
   ...real as dreams and love and justice
...and tears draw vodka trails down hollow faces

There's a place you know, that has no name
   but all can find it in a jiffy...quick as a shot
Ha Ha Ha, where music lies to drunken hearts,
   and drunken hearts to drunken thighs
And the sun never comes up without a hangover
   and the smell of violent morals and obliterated guilt
Ha Ha Ha Ha...There's a place to go..."