Psycho Cup O' Joe by Outsider Artist John Dog

PsychO Cup O Joe

Almost cup my hair the other day.
It's getting kind of espresso long.
I could of said it wasn't my way.
Woke cup this morning with a ma-shine gun in my head.
Heart attack and dis-vine surely soon be dead.



Have another cup o' joe, open one eye.
Peal back the lid, shot blood red.
No innocent victims, gonna smoke em till I die.
Fara Zahar, nothing sweet, light a Lucky ghost.
Rid the bitter stench and smell the beans roast.



Smoke gets in my eyes, doggy moms and their cuppies.
Cup all night in a blue-purple haze, distant memories.
Sirens brew an early dawn, burning out tired young yuppies.
Sip a little whiskey, it help what come out the coffee urn.
Good coffee, cup o' joe, might, might not get me what I earn.



Can't know where you going if you don't know where you been.
Speed too fast pain in my chest,java junkie, call me John Dog.
Caffeine makes my heart beat, have women just for sin.
What's the story? Where's the beef? Why ask if I lie?
Cup o Joe dreams,illusions and cigs maintain us till we cry.



Sun come cup night get down, Super Holy It, stains and ashes.
We are all to blame, bear the shame, accidents don't happen.
Violence on the t.v., living like this decades pass us.
Shot of tequilla, drink some mud, eggs, bacon and a side of toast.
Coffee brewing, music to my ears, a Cup O' Joe what I love most.