I'll Thank you for making breakfast
But only of routine
I ran into the bathroom and threw up magazines
The rotting air tasted fine but we were getting bored
We took all of our books and pens and prayed to Henry Ford
I went into my bedroom and I made it really neat
We had nothing for breakfast so we microwaved our meat
Fingernails and kleenex tissues my tongue is like a clock
From now I will speak in numbers
I will never talk
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I'll Thank you for making breakfast
But only of routine
I ran into the bathroom and threw up magazines
The rotting air tasted fine but we were getting bored
We took all of our books and pens and prayed to Henry Ford
I went into my bedroom and I made it really neat
We had nothing for breakfast so we microwaved our meat
Fingernails and kleenex tissues my tongue is like a clock
From now I will speak in numbers
I will never talk
But only of routine
I ran into the bathroom and threw up magazines
The rotting air tasted fine but we were getting bored
We took all of our books and pens and prayed to Henry Ford
I went into my bedroom and I made it really neat
We had nothing for breakfast so we microwaved our meat
Fingernails and kleenex tissues my tongue is like a clock
From now I will speak in numbers
I will never talk
Writer: Cedric Brad
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