Coffee Can Lyrics - Singles - Guardian

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 

And 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 

Until 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 believing 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