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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 fucking 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 fucking 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.


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    General CommentFuck ya! This is the best guttermouth song ever! Only 2 people have viewed it... heh. Because everyone is fed up with the new sell-out guttermouth shit. Heh I'll always remember guttermouths earlier days!
    CcPunk82on April 30, 2002   Link
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    General Commenttis a grate song but.. i wish guttermouth whuznt so sold out theez daiz.. wel g2g cya
    the_colour_orangeon August 11, 2002   Link
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    General Commentmad song

    sounds best on the live album
    daddioon September 25, 2002   Link
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    General CommentHey guys, you know what would fucking rule?

    If the douchebags who submit these lyrics would stop copying and pasting them from punkbands.com/lyrics and actually format them so they don't look like a total mess. I know it's a big race to contribute the most lyrics but give me a god damn break.
    Soundwave 2k4on September 23, 2004   Link

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