A coffee in the morning to get my spirits straight, My cup is filled with hope and love I swear it must be faith, There's nothing like an air-coned room reminds me of the taste, Of accidental mullets and some grass that's partly laced, We twist it up in anger, A grinder full of fear It's sudden dark reality It's visions coming clear It's visions coming clear A friend of mine love art so much he cut his ear off, We're jiving round my living room with vincent van pox Vincent van pox A coffee in the morning to get my spirits straight, My cup was filled with hope and love, I spilled it now it's hate, There's nothing like an air-coned room reminds me of the taste, Of accidental mullets and some grass that's partly laced We're jiving round my living room with vincent van pox He's dancing in the living room in black and white jocks, His balls are saying peekaboo he's taking them off He'd deffo run for government he's dressed like a cock Vincent van pox Vincent van pox Vincent van pox