The Breakfast Conspiracy - Pigface



gonna tell you a story

of some kind of a breakfast conspiracy

breakfast in bed, sir?

breakfast in bed, sir?

ah, no thanks, not today

in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position

so that I may at least have the ghost of a chance to digest

what I don't mind telling you

is completely inedible slop

lovingly and habitually prepared and served

by the thugs and vagabonds

who are the so-called staff of this institution

finished with the menu, sir? [x4]

yes, yes, I shall enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs,

strawberry jam...

mind you, I can't complain, before I came here I thought

scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the bottom

and dull yellow at the top

my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a fucking kettle

without burnin the water inside

When I came here it's a different story, you know, oh yes,

a whole different deck of cards...

scrambled eggs arrive with the consistency of a moth swimming about

in a foul yellow liquid

I wonder where that came from?

I would like to put forth my theory

my own inside story, if you will

you wanted to know what I think

I think that every morning as we sleep

our beloved kitchen staff gathers around the scrambled eggs

like some pagan cult offering homage to a false icon

first, the head chef, the cult leader, ritualistically stands on an

institutional chair, opens the fly of his

institutional trousers, pulls out his

institutional willy, and urinates in our breakfast.

HA HA HA!

they're just a bunch of loonies, what do they care?

half the bloody time they end up throwing it on the floor

or worse still, at each other...



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