We Don’t Have That Kind of Bread Songtext

von Zoey Van Goey

Don't leave the house today
I've got the fear
You'll be stolen by bandits
And taken far from here
They'll put you in a cage
Made of skeleton bones
I got a ransom call
On my telephone

We don't have that kind of money
We don't have that kind of bread
Stay under the covers with me instead

Don't leave the house today
On your bicycle
You've got a fragile body
With your veins and your heart and your ventricles
Cars aiming to hit you
Speeding down the road
Don't wanna see you in a body cast
From your head to your toes

We don't have that kind of glue
We don't have that kind of x-ray
Stay under the covers with me today

Don't leave, don't leave

We don't have that kind of money
We don't have that kind of bread
Stay under the covers with me instead

We don't have that kind of glue
We don't have that kind of x-ray
Stay under the covers with me today

Don't leave, don't leave