Eggs On American Bread Songtext
von Sourface

Mamma made me something for breakfast
Eggs on American bread
There′s a machine in my garden
It all happened so sudden
She said Denis is dead
I killed a swan and fled
What a drag
I coulda stayed in bed

Now my papa thinks I'm losing my head
But I′m just trying to get ahead
I tried writing a novel
Bout a bohemian couple
And how they could not
Escape the press
I'm in my iron fence
Watching world in distress
Through binoculars in bed


When you wake
With a world hanging
'Bove of your skull
How unusual
Uncontrollably queazy
I wanna dig my head in the sand
And blow into a paper bag
Cause I don′t give a damn
About any your lies

Oh no
They′re so
You know
Distasteful

Now my folks are sick to death
Of eggs on American bread
Fait pas ci, fait pas ça
Don't go scratching your ass
I say, blame it all on Michelle
She′s got that voice from hell
It's gone and got me in cahoots
Yeh I should quite my bed