Oats — текст песни (GutterMouth)

Welcome to my breakfast table this is what you`ll find
A different kind of breakfast food that leaves the real ones far behind
What`s the fucking deal, all these brand names all around
They raise the prices, raise my rent, but do not make a sound
Now I`m getting older these changes in my life
It`s the Quaker man he`s the one I give my hand
He`s the one who picks my wife for me
I think that he is God
You know it`s true
He`s the one who picks my wife for me
Jesus Christ, Holy shit, now what`s the fucking deal?
How the Hell should I go on if there`s no more sex appeal
I give you flakes
I give you puffs of corn right off the shelf
I know you never thought of that
I know you never thought of it
Stand in line for oats today