Breastfed

You're so pretty and I'm so lame

You're ever changing, I stay the same

You give good sermon, I say bad grace

My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell

Never left my head, I've no story to tell

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell

Never left my head, I've no story to tell

I was doing fine when I was breastfed

Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed

I was doing swell when I was breastfed

Pasteurise, homogenise, he said

You've got convictions, I've got fence-arse

I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop

I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire

I see your watermark when I hold you to the light

You're so pretty, I'm so lame

Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say

well now what does that mean?

If you can be God, well I can be clean

I was doing fine when I was breastfed

Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed

I was doing swell when I was breastfed

Pateurise, homogenise, he said