Songtext von Breakfast With Bandog

I just survive any way I can No guru, no method, no pension plan Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher They call me the [...?] to Islam's plan I am! I fucking am! and now you say I'm a reprobate, well that's okay but you wouldn't if I, say, got paid They said you really should come with me to [...?] and [...?] And now they call me the [...?] That's me!.... On Christmas Day the sky is full Babies wail through the wafer wall We penetrate a steepless face Lies now in who know's flat This is the one possible mystic act Breakfast with Bandog Morning coffee with [Khali? Collie?] Golden gutters where we can beg You run to the cupboard with your hacknail and drown Wish me dead