Bulletin - Breakfast Song

In slumber I wait to be woken
I awake and wait for the dawn to be broken and I slope down sea
Slow down to break the fast, this vision of the past
Napkin is pressed onto my lips for it's always a mess a visage like this
But with belly full I'm waiting on the train

Machiavelli didn't even try to look the needle in the eye
But I pass the time with a stitch
My work flies by but I've still got the itch

But with belly full I'm waiting on the train
And with money full I'm waiting on the train

Written by:
David Khoshtinat, Matt Powell

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