标题:Breakfast
艺人:Newsboys
专辑:Shine the Hits
制谱人:Kyle Marshall
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 101
和弦:D A F#m E
注释:Hold the milk, put back the sugarthey are powerless to consoleWe're gathered here to sprinkle ashesfrom our late friend's cereal bowlBreakfast Clubbers, say the mottoThat he taught us to repeat:揧ou will lose it in your gym classif 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, no of us knew his check out time would come so soonBut before his brain stopped wavinghe composed this tuneWhen the toast is burnedAnd all the milk has turnedCaptain crunch is waving farewellWhen the big one finds you let this song remind youthat they don't serve breakfast in hellBreakfast clubbers drop the hankiesthough to some our friend was odd,that day he brought those pine pajamasHis check was good with godThose here without the lordhow do you copeFor this morning we don't mournLike those who have no hopeOh rise up, Fruit Loop loverssing sweet and lowwith spoons held high we bid our brother"Che-----er--------io"
标记:IntroVerse 1ChorusVerse 2ChorusBass SoloBridge (whistling)ChorusChorus ContinuedOutro
歌曲: Breakfast
歌词:
Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl.
Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat:
"You will lose it in your gym class
If you wait `til noon to eat."
Back when the Chess Club said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune:
Chorus
When the toast is burned
And all the milk has turned
And Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the big one finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast in hell
Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies.
Though to some our friend was odd,
That day he bought those pine pajamas
His check was good with God.
Those here without the Lord,
How do you cope?
For this morning we don't mourn
Like those who have no hope
Oh, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers -
Sing out sweet & low
With spoons held high
We bid our brother, "Cheerio!"
- Chorus -
Lyrics: Steve Taylor / Music: Peter Furler
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