Guttermouth - Oats Lyrics

welcome to my breakfast table this is what you'll find
a different kind of breakfast food that leaves the real ones far behind
what's the f*cking deal, all these brand names all around
they raise the prices, raise my rent, but do not make a sound
now i'm getting older these changes in my life
it's the quaker man he's the one i give my hand
he's the one who picks my wife for me
i think that he is god
you know it's true
he's the one who picks my wife for me

jesus christ, holy shit, now what's the f*cking deal?
how the hell should i go on if there's no more sex appeal
i give you flakes
i give you puffs of corn right off the shelf
i know you never thought of that
i know you never thought of it

stand in line for oats today.