Guttermouth - Oats lyrics

Welcome to my breakfast table this is what you'll find A different kind of breakfast food that leaves the real ones far behind What's the f**ing deal, all these brand names all around They raise the prices, raise my rent, but do not make a sound Now i'm getting older these changes in my life It's the quaker man he's the one i give my hand He's the one who picks my wife for me I think that he is god You know it's true He's the one who picks my wife for me Jesus christ, holy sh**, now what's the f**ing deal? How the hell should i go on if there's no more s** appeal I give you flakes I give you puffs of corn right off the shelf I know you never thought of that I know you never thought of it Stand in line for oats today