Bread

she’s the kind of girl
that you’re never gonna talk about
never think
or never even sing about
bread
bread on wheels
she’s the kind of girl
that’ll ask you why you call her that
spreading butter
on the slices of her crazy head
bad
cause you’re makin deals
deals with bread
bread on wheels
but don’t you always know precisely
how to find me even when I’m not around
you seem to like those litle creatures
crawlin' backwards all the sidewalks of your mind
when you do come around
and we’re splittin' up my coat of fear
you say you got
a plan to get away from here
bread
bread on wheels
by the time you know
why you never wanna interfere
pooring cream crate catering beyond the peer
bread
you call her bread
let m all get fat
on bread on wheels
but don’t you always know precisely
how to find me even when I’m not around
you seem to like those litle creatures
crawlin' backwards all the sidewalks of your mind