The Breakfast Conspiracy Lyrics & Tabs by Pigface
The Breakfast Conspiracy
guitar chords lyrics
gonna tell you a story
of some kind of a breakfast conspiracy
breakfast in bed, sir?
breakfast in bed, sir?
ah, no thanks, not today
in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright
position
so that I may at least have the ghost of a chance to digest
what I don't mind telling you
is completely inedible slop
lovingly and habitually prepared and served
by the thugs and vagabonds
who are the so-called staff of this institution
finished with the menu, sir? [x4]
yes, yes, I shall enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs,
who are the so-called staff of this institution
finished with the menu, sir? [x4]
yes, yes, I shall enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs,
strawberry jam...
mind you, I can't complain, before I came here I thought
scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the
bottom
and dull yellow at the top
my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a f**king kettle
without burnin the water inside
When I came here it's a different story, you know, oh yes,
a whole different deck of cards...
scrambled eggs arrive with the consistency of a moth swimming
about
in a foul yellow liquid
I wonder where that came from?
I would like to put forth my theory
my own inside story, if you will
you wanted to know what I think
I think that every morning as we sleep
our beloved kitchen staff gathers around the scrambled eggs
like some pagan cult offering homage to a false icon
first, the head chef, the cult leader, ritualistically stands on
an
institutional chair, opens the fly of his
institutional trousers, pulls out his
institutional willy, and urinates in our breakfast.
HA HA HA!
they're just a bunch of loonies, what do they care?
half the bloody time they end up throwing it on the floor
or worse still, at each other...
