Pigface lyrics
Pigface lyrics
"The Breakfast Conspiracy lyrics"
Left Of Mother lyrics
left of mother right for you what i offer you can't lose for all you know i could have changed how about you hey how about that hey how about you carefree lovers
left of mother right for you what i offer you can't lose for all you know i could have changed how about you hey how about that hey how about you carefree lovers
gonna tell you a story; some kind of a breakfast conspiracy breakfast in bed, sir? breakfast in bed, sir? ah, no thanks, not today in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position so that I may at least have the ghost of a chance to digest what I don't mind telling you- is completely inedible slop lovingly and habitually prepared and served by the thugs and vagabonds who are the sIcaro lyricso-called staff of this institution finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? yes, yes, I shall enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs, strawberry jam... mind you, I can't complain, before I came here I thought scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the bottom and dull yellow at the top my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a fuckin kett
Icaro como un peque?o dios desafiando al sol Y ahora yo que soy peque?o gorri?n y quiero el nido abandonar Y aunque a veces me asuste volar lejos del cobijo de un hogar S? que habr? unStop Breaking Down lyricsle without burnin the water inside When I came here it's a different story, you know, oh yes, a whole different deck of cards... scrambled eggs arrive with the consistency of a moth swimming about in a foul yellow liquid- I wonder where that came from? I would like to put forth my theory, my own inside story, if you will, you wanted to know what I think? I think that every morning as we sleep our beloved kitchen staff gathers arou
Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street Some pretty mama start breaking down on me. Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, GoI'm So Beautiful lyricsnd the scrambled eggs like some pagan cult offering homage to a false icon first, the head chef, the cult leader, ritualistically stands on an institutional chair, opens the fly of his institutional trousers, pulls out his institutional willy, and urinates in our breakfast. HA HA HA! they're just a bunch of loonies, what do they care? half the bloody time they end up throwing it on the floor, or worse still, at each other...
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look a