Take no solace
In these friends
Write your will
On the back of a fifty pence
There's hot water
On your neck
Broken ballet shoes
And a blood stained silhouette
Yeah
Bread
Yeah
Bread
Overnight I
Spoke in tongues
And avoided the wrath
Of a loved one scorned
Cut the mirror
Red cement
Upset the figures
And then go and do it all again
Yeah
Bread
Yeah
Bread