Hot Coppers

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Sunlight's coming through the blinds like a federal raid
I reach out for the water glass and find the bed I made
There’s a desert in my jawbone, an anvil on my tongue
Guess we pushed the celebration till the whole thing went wrong
Now I'm sipping cold black coffee, trying to find a spit
Got a pocket full of lint and a mouth to match it

[Chorus]
I got the hot coppers, burning up my throat
Like I swallowed down the pennies from an old tin boat
Got the hot coppers, a fire in the pan
It’s the oldest kind of trouble for a thirsty man
Yeah, the well ran dry and the piper wants his dime
Got the hot coppers, just one more time

[Verse 2]
It ain't a modern kind of misery, this metallic ache
A London gent in 1820 waking with the very same shake
Tasting the soot and the kettle pots, a mouthful of brass
Wondering how he spent his wages on an empty glass
He probably dragged his boots to the pump just like I do
Sharing in the holy communion of the battered and the blue

[Chorus]
I got the hot coppers, burning up my throat
Like I swallowed down the pennies from an old tin boat
Got the hot coppers, a fire in the pan
It’s the oldest kind of trouble for a thirsty man
Yeah, the well ran dry and the piper wants his dime
Got the hot coppers, just one more time

[Bridge]
It’s a penny on the tongue to pay the ferryman his toll
For the glorious destruction of a Friday night soul
I wouldn’t trade a single minute of the roaring crowd
Even if my own pulse is hammering me down

[Outro]
Just pour the water slow
Let the cold tap run
Got the hot coppers, baby
Ain't we having fun?
I think I'll just lay my head right here on this linoleum table