You take the cold cuts
You cut the cheese
You open the glass of mayonnaise
And then you cut off slices of bread
Good bread
Fine bread
Bread which has lived a good life
Bread which has lived a long life
Which has been able to play
with other bread
down at the river
Bread which has never lied
or hurt other bread
Which has been decent
and honest
and faithful
and hard working
and good
Then you assemble the sandwich
And you eat it
You see it doesn't matter
how good bread has been
Cold cuts, cheese and mayonnaise
have been ******** all their life
Come tomorrow
they'll all be ****
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
You take the cold cuts
You cut the cheese
You open the glass of mayonnaise
And then you cut off slices of bread
Good bread
Fine bread
Bread which has lived a good life
Bread which has lived a long life
Which has been able to play
with other bread
down at the river
Bread which has never lied
or hurt other bread
Which has been decent
and honest
and faithful
and hard working
and good
Then you assemble the sandwich
And you eat it
You see it doesn't matter
how good bread has been
Cold cuts, cheese and mayonnaise
have been ******** all their life
Come tomorrow
they'll all be ****
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