Bread - Clem Snide

'Coz you are the bread

And it’s never work

And warm, buttered is good

Oh, let’s just digest

And the dishes are fine

They’re not goin' nowhere

So keep your hands soft

For high fives and shakes

And the bathroom’s a mess

Tomorrow we’ll clean

And my window won’t shut

But the breeze does feel nice

And the stove can be years

To light cigarettes

Oh, let the tablecloth burn

It’s pretty that way

'Coz you smell like bread

And now the pillow does too

'Coz everyone left

With a even hue