Lyrics

When I got home last last night
there was a bullet in my bed
When I got home last night
there was a bullet in my bed
I sucked it up from the sheets
and it lodged inside my head
In the morning when I woke up,
this is what I said:
What's for breakfast kids?
Ghost toast and hell jelly,
courtesy of the Air Brigade

And when I woke up, like rising from the dead
I found the bullet had burrowed deep inside my head
I got my red gloves, I got my bullets
I got my hand grenades - the Air Brigade is on my side

What's for breakfast kids?
Ghost toast and hell jelly
Courtesy of the Air Brigade

Put on your red gloves mama
Reach on up in that chicken
That's where they store the hand grenades

When I got home last night
there was a bullet in my bed
I sucked it up from the sheets
and it lodged inside my head
In the morning when I woke up,
this is what I said:

A lovely breakfast starts off with agent orange,
ghost toast and cinna-bombs, hell jelly on the side