Coffee, Methadone & Cigarettes - John Butler Trio

See my old man has a broken heart

Gotta leaky valve, an aneurysm

But, trace it back to the start

When that big old fire came towards Nannup town

That greedy thing burnt more than the bush down

You can bury the dead and try to forget

You’re still waking up with

Coffee, methadone and cigarettes

In the summer of fifty eight

When innocence shattered and broke

The tree, the egg, the nest, the breast, the yolk

When those thieving flames

Took my grandad from my Pa

And ever since then we’ve been mending all those scars

But the bandages and ointment ain’t done yet

You’re still waking up with

Coffee, methadone and cigarettes

That broken bird somehow grew

With his seven brothers and sisters

Moved from the country to the zoo

Between the legacy visits and the boarding schools

Yes he learnt to dodge the books

And he learnt to dodge the fools

Says he’s made mistakes

But lives with no regrets

Still waking up with

Coffee, methadone and cigarettes

Grandma on Sunday

Used to eat the chicken neck

Said she wasn’t hungry and the kids could have the rest

When those kids grew they learnt just what she’d done

She would go hungry for all of them

She’d go hungry for everyone

Now she’s gone and it’s hell in the hand basket

Still waking up with

Coffee, methadone and cigarettes

See my old man has a broken heart

Got a leaky valve, an aneurysm

But yeah trace it back to the start

When that big old fire came towards Nannup town

That greedy thing burnt more than the bush down

You can bury the dead and try to forget

You can bury the dead and try to live with no regrets

You can bury the dead and it’s all gone to shit

Still waking up with

Coffee, methadone and cigarettes

Now she’s gone

And it’s hell in a hand basket

Still waking up with

Coffee, methadone and cigarettes