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Stale Bread

Catchin' the whiff of futures 'n swellin' fortunes,
  We're hunger-numb with gut wounds in need of sutures,
Some seem to develop an appetite f'r ruins,
  Once they snatch that stench of a fortune in futures.

Stale bread! Stale bread! Stale bread!
  Eatin' crackers in bed.
Stale bread! Stale bread! Stale bread!

We don't got no choice, 'cause we gotta need that dough,
  Measurin' ingredients, guess how long does it take,
Once we're all done checkin', sit still to watch it go,
  Life spent in pink plastic ovens, just make 'n bake.

Stale bread! Stale bread! Stale bread!
  Not a damn thing, instead,
Stale bread! Stale bread! Stale bread!

Palmin' pain of nevermore, lost sleep's own dry crust,
  Seein' just how deep, how dark get yer eye-sockets,
Even promised Communion wafers taste of lust,
  When nothin' but some crumbs are linin' yer pockets.

Stale bread! Stale bread! Stale bread!
  That's all I said, I said,
Stale bread! Stale bread! Stale bread!

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