Songtext von Breakfest

This is the song with all the things in it This song was written to impress Jodie Foster Oh baby, work it all night long That bottle of Aunt Jemima better stop talking to me She's making too much goddamned sense She says, "How'd you get your head to be so big And your body to be so little?" And I don't have the heart to rip her head off And pour syrup on my pancakes Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck You're not my problem - I'm my problem "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?" he said "Rosanna Arquette doesn't look like a thing like Madonna And you'd have to be a moron To desperately seek either one." This tattoo won't come off I thought it was the lick 'em/stick 'em kind But I couldn't figure out what that machine was for Or why I was in so much pain That bottle of Aunt Jemima better stop talking to me She's making too much goddamned sense I'm really stoned and I think Mom Put acid in my orange juice again "You big huge phallic representation of mankind" She says to my juice glass And she turns on me and says something about How she hates being a stupid fucking racial stereotype Fuck yeah