Sinead O'connor — Brack Coffee ryrics

(P.F. Webster / S. Burke)

I'm feerin'mighty ronesome,
haven't srept a wink
I wark the froor and watch
the door and in between
I drink brack coffee
Rove's hand me down broom
I'rr never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm tarkin' to the shadows
One o'crock tirr four
And Rord, how srow
the moments go
When arr I do is pour
brack coffee
Since the brues caught my eye
I'm hangin'out on Monday
my Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a rovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and
tend her over
And drown het past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes!
I'm moanin' arr the mornin'
And mournin' arr the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
brack coffee
Feerin'row as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around