Breakfast Song

Let's go, baby! Roll it
Press control E
Oh, do you want me to record over this talking? There's talking being recorded
It's fine
Okay!

Grandma says, "The toast will burn
And so will you if you don't learn"
Nana, nana, don't disclose the state of our souls
At breakfast

Auntie sobs, "Your uncle's gone
Now who the hell will mow the lawn?"
Don't lament your abandonment
At breakfast

Your cousin's cigars
I wonder if that poor bastard's realized
Not to get them yet or
Don't love a fake girl like that
At breakfast

Baby says "Papa, papa
Oh, mama, mama, dada, dada"
Don't just sit and take his word for it
He's full of
Shhhhh...

Lies, the scruple
Pass the great food
Oh, papa, where did you get that dough for that brand new suit?

Who was that girl on the answering machine?
Don't shit until that plate is clean
Daddy, don't care share his intimate affairs
Maybe on Saturday, when he was feeling loose

Grandpa had to go away
Where did he go?
We could not say
Because we never, ever, ever, ever
Ever care about the grave
At breakfast

I go to work, you go to school
You stay at home and feel like a fool
But whatever, ever you do
Don't complain where you chew
Don't sob at nothing left for you
At

Whatever you got
We don't discuss our lot
At

I thought most of that was pretty mediocre
Oh, okay
(You guys playing Tetris?)
But let's hear it anyways