My coffee stain is turned down I sit and watch it burn no longer. You dont want my feelings to be told. I I think I can help you only I'm dead.... Discussing how I've been feeling is worthless. No one will know my brain is numb. Screaming as I do when I think .. what am I? I don't know!. (What you say?). Here comes the coffee man!. (Coming clean). And fresh new groove for you!. (And stay away). The mud is seeping through!. (Every night). It'll clean out your ears .... (What you say?). Here comes the coffee man!. (Coming clean). And fresh new depth for you!. (And stay away). The mud is seeping through!. (Every night). It'll clean out your ears. . James A Folger a roasted soldier. 1859 he started to burn. Corn field coffee bean started to swing in my sink. Started a swing in my sink. I gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta get another sip. Of the funky full flavor automatic drip. Funky full flavor automatic drip. Me myself and I an odd combination. Open bread and beedy bread. I think I can bear too I think for me I can bear too. Wash me clean with coffein!. (It's mental!). (Stadanio!). My story has been told you never know. I ... give ... I give up ...