Cup O’ Joe

Pass the time, passing the time
Wasting my time looking for the end
Smoking like a dragon, drowning in my flagon
Pumping like a work horse going 'round the bend
Shouting and screaming 'til the walls go deaf
Shaking my fire and brimstone fist
Choking on dust as I cleanse myself
Staining my eyes as I search myself
I'll never, ever understand
No one will ever, ever know
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But cancer will probably kill me
Filling the gaps with vice after vice
None of which actually thrill me