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  1. Hot Coffee

From the recording Another Circle

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Sippin' hot coffee with a straw
Listening to the preacher hem and haw
In his native tongue
I don't speak it but I feel the fear of god
Always got you hot
Help me break you off
Thinking how nothing could ever feel as raw as nothing
Is it odd?
Sippin' hot coffee through a straw

Sittin' in an aluminum folding chair
Lapped in luxury in a room that's cold and bare
Watching a holy man dismantle his air
Like watching a snake give birth to a hare
Suddenly uplifted
But I don't really care
'Cause I'm not even there
Sittin' in an aluminum folding chair

My mind grew wings
Flew off into the blue sky
Left a note in lieu of a goodbye

If I told a lie that made the world behave
Would I be sent to fry while everyone gets saved?
Like an aspiring momma dog tricked into being spayed
I fear a beard is growing in me
I'm being ambushed by a cave
Tried a Moses-complex
Found out I wasn't brave
Enough to tell a lie that would make the world behave

My mind grew wings
Flew off into the blue sky
Left a note in lieu of a goodbye