Lyrics:
Do you remember
The southern breakfast treat
Referred to as grits
But it looks like cream of wheat
[Chorus: x2]
Don't bring me down
Please,
bread
It's not the barley or the wheat
It's not the oven or the heat
That makes this bread so good to eat
It's the needing and the sharing that makes
Black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black
Black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black
run these streets ('naut)
Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat (lil' baby)
I'm on low-key, I live my best life (that life)
Feel like
just the thing that he was raised on
Love is just the way to live and die
Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field
And blue is just a Kansas summer sky
If the 'Amber Waves Of Grain' should disappear
And there were no wheat or barley anywhere
Would we buy our bread and butter from the Toyota man
and joy
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love is just the way to live and die
Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field
And blue is
If the 'Amber Waves Of Grain' should disappear
And there were no wheat or barley anywhere
Would we buy our bread and butter from the Toyota man
Beef
Fish
Lamb
Water
Milk
Cheese
Ham
Corn
Beans
Rice
Wheat
Tomatoes
Cucumber
Broccoli
Beats
Carrots
Atomic Food!
Beef
Chicken
Fish
Lamb
Tomatoes
to gather them from the burned
And reassemble these ashes, the blackness is something firm
Then moving blackness backwards in the bread of some other shit
I'm a wigged-out daddy with bread on top
I dig an easy-bake granny with a whiskey mop
If you love me, you needn't the whole wheat crop
'cause they
the iron horse?
I want to watch you windblown facing
Waves of wheat for your embracing
Folks sing a song of the grange
Nestle in a kiss below there
know why
You feed me so bad
Think of all the health food
I could've had
You took-a my yogurt
And my whole wheat bread
You give me Ding Dongs
of the truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause
"Wheat and Priest"
New Song about Priesthood
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing
Around the weather
hey, park that Deere
Come out and play, kick that tire
Wipe my perspire
'Cause my whole life is hey
Growin' like wheat
Stick out your teeth
Playin'
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weathervane
Hallelujah!
Shout the saints of God alone
Honor! Power! and Dominion!
Praises gather at the throne
Oh, they gather at the crystal throne
Gather
of the truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause
Some lost coast
Some bright days
No face on your young head
Piece of wheat
In your teeth
Carrying water, pears, and bread
And you're close
truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in
The engines stop running
The wheat is growin' thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is
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