Whiskey In My Coffee

I take whiskey in my coffee 'cause it's cheaper than a meal*
Not to healthy but it helps me to maintain an even keel
Early Saturday morning there's a line at the liquor store
Like it said in the crowd it's liquid bread for the poor
Vicious cycles are an angry revolution spinning trying to find some truth
And the evidence that's presented ain't enough to keep it mended look around
There's a hundred proof
The life, the loss, the bottle and the cost
It's how we spell hell messing around here in Boston
I'm surprised more people don't call themselves Cauztik
Yeah we gotta set it off right now
But it's hard to fucking change when you don't know how
Gotta detonate it now
Raise a forty from the hill and watch it all come down
I'm a cheap date kid stewed to the gills for a fiver
Feel the burn every time I go and try to catch a fire
And when I try and ride the wave I find my body broken bleeding on the ground
'Cause the swells crash hard on this dirty old town
Young and broke in a city that'll choke away your soul
While somewhere in ivory towers gluttons fed on wealth and power pad their bank rolls
I see despair and defeat in passing faces on the street
Sometimes we sympathize should our eyes chance to meet
Anesthetize my day with a whiskey neat
Add a bottle or two of molotov to help me feel complete
Yeah we gotta set it off right now
But it's hard to fucking change when you don't know how
Gotta detonate it now
Raise a forty from the hill and watch it all come down