a cup of coffee And I'd find my surroundings quite amusing and People would ask me which were my favorite paintings What if the artists ran the TV?
in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Coffee cups
port natal it's right there The revolution won't be televised this time The schematics draw from the mind Besides physical we need mental fighters For the destruction of the vipers The coffee
, ah, ah, not so quick Comin' back at cha, can't go back at cha Catch this fast ball I'm throwin' at y'all Wake up and smell the coffee, I'm back now
the squirmy, filthy goat And shove the dresser down his throat I must quickly use my gift Next to work the midnight shift Drinking coffee in the back
months an' my dick ain't havin' it If I don't hurry up an' get me some ass I might bust this nut on your TV glass Anyway I'm workin' on my brand new
coleslaw around your toilet stool While you scream ''fuck you'' I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice In a station wagon with hot beans Taking a coffee
there a possibility? Get me out of here right now Right! This life like dream ain't for me I fell asleep while watching Spike TV After 10 cups of coffee
Request the honor of your presence The tear gas has blown away Put down your crumpets and your coffee now So unfashionably late Little brother, little
form of happiness feels me over Stupid Cupid, you fucked it this time So you consult the TV for breakfast and coffee But your TV's not hungry, but that
could have been voted by the french, for instance. John: every nation will have a prototype. I think i was out talking to one of the austrian tv guys
evening Kick back and watch the TV And I'll fix a little somethin' to eat? Oh I know your back hurts from working on the tractor How do you take your coffee
Well, I heard it on the late night radio For the umpteenth time Headin' from LA to the Florida coast I was in between black coffee and shiftin' gears
see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town His widow kneeled with all her children at the sacred burial ground The TV glowed that long
The coffee beanery was about to explode Or was it a field Nobody knows Nobody saw it coming But for days The forecast predicted frost The TV's radiated
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller "The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance as well
workers Caught you looking though your, shop window reflection, shop window reflection, shop window reflection. Some run down amusement arcade humour Like cheap beer and instant coffee