Letra de Pour The Coal To 'Er

He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today
It takes a special kind of sap, to make the birds fall in your lap
Ohh, he saw it coming, from miles away
And it's all to plain to see, we are a swarm of busy bees in flight
Riddle me this! What can you find?
That always chokes on the bitter end(??)
Riddle me this! In your hind sight
While you write a word, in a book. (??)
He headed out with the white flag, with axes to grind
It takes a special kind of sap to decide he's giving up
Ohh lord, i tried to show you, you're miles away
Where it's crystal clear, because the fog is living here for now
Riddle me this! What can you find?
That always chokes on the bitter end
Riddle me this! In your hind sight
While you ride the white elephant
We'd love to live in days way back when
Wondering what could have been
If we had a time machine, a cure for cold feet
We might not play these waiting games