Текст песни Newsboys - Breakfast
Newsboys - Breakfast слова песни
Hold the milk, put back the sugarThey are powerless to consoleWe`ve gathered here to sprinkle ashesFrom our late friend`s cereal bowlBreakfast Clubbers, say the mottoThat he taught us to repeat"You won`t lose it in your gym class if you wait`till noon to eat."Back when the Chess Club said our eggs were softEvery Monday he`d say grace and hold our juice aloftOh, none of us knew his check-out time would come so soonBut before his brain stopped waving He composed this tune.When the toast is burnedAnd all the milk has turned And Capt` Crunch is waving farewellWhen the big one finds you Let this song remind you That they don`t serve breakfast in hell.Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankiesThough to some our friend was odd,That day he bought those pine pajamas His check was good with GodThose here without the Lord,How do you cope?For this morning we don`t mournLike those who have no hopeOh, rise up, Fruit Loop LoversSing out sweet and lowWith spoons held highWe Bid our brother, "Cheerio!"