Lyrics Breakfast Time - Secret Band

Breakfast Time

Sometime prior to inserting the pump
Into the god we have
We delayed our dad
In spaces acquired by counting rings on a stump
The god we have is goddamn mad
Raking leaves in an air compressor
There’s not much room for wooden dresser
Lost my keys
Black professor
Grappling hook for white aggressor
It’s breakfast time
Try to wear your breakfast clothes
Or make a rope kit tied on your breakfast door
Could I mow down these 62 sidewalk crows?
Made trades with the cats on tap
Got a lung drunk punch luck tight shut litmus test
Drum son I’m on the gun for you
Smoke weed called christmas glue
Sittin' in a pew
The god we should’ve had
The worthy seething mad
But we don’t
We don’t love you anymore
The god we should’ve had
Beneath the wreath it’s sad
That we don’t
We don’t love you anymore
So filling plastic turbine
Spinning coarse incessant beads
Read a lot of shops
We’re too late to drop their lead map warranties
Make par and a battered moan
A rock, a stone, a layered loan
In place of a parlor cone
Makes a greed like cancer aire to the throne
Skin graft machine lick
Make par and a battered moan
Skin graft machine lick
Make par and a battered moan
I’m sick of everyone
Bitch I’m a cartoon those bars won’t do shit to me
My residual bank loan spit
I cope in comatose flow
Sign closet cone sanctioned bond
Man you’re broke that’s dope
A racket lawn calloused perennial talking bar tab switcher
Monsoon parlor taxidermist regal soft as fuck t-shirt
Soft as fuck t-shirt