A coffee in the morning to get my spirits straight,
My cup is filled with hope and love I swear it must be faith,
There's nothing like an air-coned room reminds me of the taste,
Of accidental mullets and some grass that's partly laced,
We twist it up in anger,
A grinder full of fear
It's sudden dark reality
It's visions coming clear
It's visions coming clear
A friend of mine love art so much he cut his ear off,
We're jiving round my living room with vincent van pox
Vincent van pox
A coffee in the morning to get my spirits straight,
My cup was filled with hope and love, I spilled it now it's hate,
There's nothing like an air-coned room reminds me of the taste,
Of accidental mullets and some grass that's partly laced
We're jiving round my living room with vincent van pox
He's dancing in the living room in black and white jocks,
His balls are saying peekaboo he's taking them off
He'd deffo run for government he's dressed like a cock
Vincent van pox
Vincent van pox
Vincent van pox