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Br5-49 – Let Jesus Make You Breakfast lyrics
Well, I woke up from a nightmare and I couldn't speak
'Cause the Devil slipped a mickey in my bedstand drink
Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
Well, I ain't got the money to go to town
The cupboard it was empty before he came around
Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
Well, there ain't no sun shinin' down on me
My stomach's full of nothin' but conspiracy
I can't get nobody to tell me the truth
What's a hungry fella to do
Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint
But you can't replace your half and half with coffeemate
Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
Well, there ain't no sun shinin' down on me
My stomach's full of nothin' but conspiracy
I can't get nobody to tell me the truth
What's a hungry fella to do
Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint
But you can't replace your half and half with coffeemate
Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
(Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on)
Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
(Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on)
When you are underfed
He'll be at the foot of your bed
With the fish and some bread
Yeah, let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
'Cause the Devil slipped a mickey in my bedstand drink
Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
Well, I ain't got the money to go to town
The cupboard it was empty before he came around
Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
Well, there ain't no sun shinin' down on me
My stomach's full of nothin' but conspiracy
I can't get nobody to tell me the truth
What's a hungry fella to do
Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint
But you can't replace your half and half with coffeemate
Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
Well, there ain't no sun shinin' down on me
My stomach's full of nothin' but conspiracy
I can't get nobody to tell me the truth
What's a hungry fella to do
Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint
But you can't replace your half and half with coffeemate
Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
(Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on)
Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
(Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on)
When you are underfed
He'll be at the foot of your bed
With the fish and some bread
Yeah, let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on
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