| Song | Let Jesus Make You Breakfast |
| Artist | BR5-49 |
| Album | Dog Days |
| 作词 : Mead, Murphy, Wilson | |
| Well, I woke up from a nightmare and I couldn't speak | |
| 'Cause the Devil slipped a mickey in my bedstand drink | |
| Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Well, I ain't got the money to go to town | |
| The cupboard it was empty before he came around | |
| Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Well, there ain't no sun shinin' down on me | |
| My stomach's full of nothin' but conspiracy | |
| I can't get nobody to tell me the truth | |
| What's a hungry fella to do | |
| Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint | |
| But you can't replace your half and half with coffeemate | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Well, there ain't no sun shinin' down on me | |
| My stomach's full of nothin' but conspiracy | |
| I can't get nobody to tell me the truth | |
| What's a hungry fella to do | |
| Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint | |
| But you can't replace your half and half with coffeemate | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| (Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on) | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| (Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on) | |
| When you are underfed | |
| He'll be at the foot of your bed | |
| With the fish and some bread | |
| Yeah, let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on |
| zuò cí : Mead, Murphy, Wilson | |
| Well, I woke up from a nightmare and I couldn' t speak | |
| ' Cause the Devil slipped a mickey in my bedstand drink | |
| Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Well, I ain' t got the money to go to town | |
| The cupboard it was empty before he came around | |
| Then Jesus made me breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Well, there ain' t no sun shinin' down on me | |
| My stomach' s full of nothin' but conspiracy | |
| I can' t get nobody to tell me the truth | |
| What' s a hungry fella to do | |
| Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint | |
| But you can' t replace your half and half with coffeemate | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Well, there ain' t no sun shinin' down on me | |
| My stomach' s full of nothin' but conspiracy | |
| I can' t get nobody to tell me the truth | |
| What' s a hungry fella to do | |
| Well, you could canonize the Devil, crucify a Saint | |
| But you can' t replace your half and half with coffeemate | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| Let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on | |
| When you are underfed | |
| He' ll be at the foot of your bed | |
| With the fish and some bread | |
| Yeah, let Jesus make you breakfast with his fresh white shell toes on |