Take Me Back To The Days Of Breakfast

Sand in her socks
Urine in her undies
And tears on her mind
Like the road side assistance
Familiar voices in the distance
Can't be denied

Take me back
To the days of Breakfast
With Mamma in the kitchen
And Daddy on her back
Brother on the toytie
Givin' Mamma no love...
Givin' Mamma no slack

She runs with a limp or two
And sweats like a whore
Drowning with the simple minds
Sleeping at her door

Take me back
To the days of Breakfast
With Mamma in the kitchen
And Daddy on her back
Sister balling in the sink, again
Givin' Mamma no love...
Givin' Mamma no slack

Sweat become tears
And tears become no one
I'm starving in the rain, again
And, again...
I'm starving in the sun

Take me back
To the days of Breakfast
With Mamma in the kitchen
And Daddy on her back
With Fatso having seconds
Givin' Mamma no love...
Givin' Mamma no slack

Growing up is tough
Making all the right moves
Living with a mouth to feed
While crammin' in the booze

Take me back
To the days of Breakfast
When everything was Real
When Mamma gave me Kisses
And showed me how to Feel

Mr Sunshine

Not so fast, Mr Sunshine
You just ain't all that
Ya barely even know me
And you really need a hat

Besides...
I haven't had my breakfast, yet
I'm totally out of Pops
I haven't seen the light of day
Hell! It's barely two o clock

What the heck ya doin' here?
I thought you lived in Kan-sas
I thought you lived with Pret-ty People
Pretending to be O-na-sis

You gave me Hope, Mr Sunshine
And you even made me Dream
You made me Want, Mr Sunshine
And you freakin' made me scream
What the heck ya doin' here
All nice n buff n lean?

The letters that I wrote ya, then
All kept coming back
I tried to use the stamps, again
But...
Weird Mr Postman Jack
Just wasn't havin'
Any kind of that

I tried to make you like me...
I did EVERYTHING I could
I even ate the oceans rubble
Topped with nasty
And a dash of wood

What the...
Are you doin' here?
Could you be lost, again?
Are you lookin' for a lil' "sum...sum"
With kitty number two-thousand ten?

Hey, Mr Sunshine
What da ya have to say?
Are ya here to make a go of things
Or would you rather play?

I never...
For the life of me
Thought I'd see your face
Smiling in the flesh, again
Reaching for my waist

Hey, Mr Sunshine
Wanna have some fun?
I know a little restaurant
Where the ladies wear a gun