Cause you are the bread And it's never work Warm bu*tered is good Oh, let's just digest Those dishes are fine They're not going nowhere So keep your hands soft For high-fives and shakes The bathroom's a mess Tomorrow we'll clean And the window won't shut But the breeze does feel nice The stove can be used To light cigarettes Oh, let the tablecloth burn It's pretty that way Because you smell like bread And now the pillow does too Has everyone left? Were they even here?