Guttermouth - Oats Lyrics
Welcome to my breakfast table this is what youll findA different kind of breakfast food that leaves the real ones far behindWhats the *****ing deal, all these brand names all aroundThey raise the prices, raise my rent, but do not make a soundNow Im getting older these changes in my lifeIts the quaker man hes the one I give my handHes the one who picks my wife for meI think that he is godYou know its trueHes the one who picks my wife for meJesus christ, holy shit, now whats the *****ing deal?How the hell should I go on if theres no more sex appealI give you flakesI give you puffs of corn right off the shelfI know you never thought of thatI know you never thought of itStand in line for oats today