paroles de chanson breakfast, lunch, & dinner when you die - The Blunt Force Trauma
Runaway
chokeholds
Elementary
school
filled
with
mould
It
might
not
be
clean
it
might
not
be
quick
It
might
be
a
guillotine
or
a
crucifix
They'll
eat
you
up
for
breakfast
when
you
die
They'll
eat
you
up
for
breakfast
when
you
die
They'll
eat
you
up
for
breakfast
They
won't
even
tell
you
why
Breakfast,
lunch
and
dinner
when
you
die
Listen
to
the
sirens
wail
Redirected
to
his
bedside
garbage
pail
She'll
never
know
that
the
ship
set
sail
Headed
for
a
pool
of
rusty
nails
Very
disappointed
almost
Moving
into
upstate
comatose
I
can't
afford
to
eat
another
roast
So
I'll
just
sit
back
and
make
my
toast
They'll
chew
you
out
for
breakfast
when
you
cry
They'll
chew
you
out
for
breakfast
when
you
cry
They'll
chew
you
out
for
breakfast
Even
when
you're
in
the
sky
Breakfast
lunch
and
dinner
when
you
die
I
can't
shake
this
back
pain
Gotta
quit
this
job
before
it
drives
me
insane
I'm
so
tired
of
walking
in
the
rain
Is
it
really
worth
the
pocket
change
Head-butt
delivery
by
cachero
Coast
to
coast
mailman
conchairto
Take
me
away
on
a
ufo
That
i'd
trust
further
than
i'd
throw
What
if
all
dogs
go
to
mars
Would
you
still
bury
them
in
your
backyard
When
suited
someones
try
and
tell
you
life's
so
hard
It's
just
to
try
and
keep
you
off
your
guard
They'll
tear
off
all
your
features
for
your
lies
They'll
tear
off
all
your
features
for
your
lies
They'll
tear
off
all
your
features
You'll
think
it's
a
disguise
Breakfast
lunch
and
dinner
when
you
die
Breakfast
lunch
and
dinner
when
you
die
1 doing my own stunts
2 I Blow Smoke (Like a Dragon)
3 playing the piano, drunk
4 the lateness of the hour
5 never pay full price for late pizza
6 that shadow keeps following me
7 breakfast, lunch, & dinner when you die
8 planting painted flowers in warsaw
9 teething all the time
10 nothing in the dark
11 they say jesus was a capricorn
12 where have all the anvils gone?
13 how i won the war
14 am i supposed to laugh?
15 a different kind of death
16 i don't want my head to explode this tuesday morning // feed them all to the dogs
17 that don't sound all that bad to me
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