Guardian Coffee Can Lyrics

Coffee Can Lyrics

Each night the dream began
We were sitting here, waiting on our coffee
cans
Eyes fixed upon the skies
I was thinking of You, and if I
qualified
Then when the trumpet blew
The reality hit, this wasn't
pay-per-view
My can lifted up and out
'Til the siren wailed, and a
megaphone shouted

Pull that bucket over
Let me see your
registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad
cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where
the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop

I watched
the others fly
On their coffee cans, as they waived goodbye
Freed from the
earthly grind
They had escaped the roast, I'd been identified
Dream police
nowhere to be found
I was left choking on the muddy grounds
I calmed down
and reached for my Pez
But the head on the dispenser was Juan
Valdez

Pull that bucket over
Let me see your registration
You'll
be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you
guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where the grounded lads and
ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop

Tossing in my sleep
again
The metaphor was wearing thin
'Til my nightmare stretched it even
more
Lord you placed the bitter cup
Against your lips, and drank it
up
To bring me where you are
I can't believe I've wandered off this
far

Woke up and smeeled the coffee
I don't like what caffeine does to
me
God's got a pull I've felt first hand
I've gotta stop believeing my
coffee can

Pull that bucket over
Let me see your
registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad
cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where
the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop

Bad
dream, but I understand
That you can't get to Heaven on a coffee can