Bread - Dead Man Ray

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