Bread.
Its all only about bread.
Want some, take some, got some
Whom shall we dine on?
What will we consume?
We are what we eat.
Pass the butter, baby…
Bread.
Bread is all it’s about.
Want some, take some, got some
We shall dine on the marrow of our ancestors
We will consume every single living thing
Life exists because we eat.
Money moves because we’re starving
We don’t care what has to happen
Pass the sugar, baby..
Bread.
What else is there to love?
Do you have a bit to spare?
Want some, take some, got some
Who else can I be besides full?
Am I not happy when I’m not hungry?
Eating away at every little scrap
Feed me brains, brawn or beauty but I
will still need nothing more from you then
Bread
Keep it simple, Keep it cold
Pass the honey, baby…
or leave me to die alone.
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