The world thinks the most during breakfast, so all I'm left to wonder- is what cereal makes you smarter? Can ten minutes of quaker oats feed you a future? Is there a lingering sob story with every spoonful of chocolate lust? A cheap future in a box, what a persuasive tag. But at such a price- the sacrifice of temperary satisfaction just to be a genius. What kind of genius picks a distasteful breakfast? And what kind of "idiot" makes use of all five of his senses? Seems to me like the world needs a daily brunch of priorities.
Lyrics submitted by A Vacant Andy