(On Which Side My Bread Is Best Buttered) Songtext
von Breaklose

We are driving home
My arm is popping out of place
Acute shoulder pain
The bag I am carrying is the same weight as I am
Nine stone now, then, perhaps eight
The keys are in my hand
One key is approximately two millimetres longer than the other
That is how I know which one to use
(On which side my bread is best buttered)
She screams at me which sets my thoughts in motion
(This side)
She stops the car
The belt comes away like it was never fastened
But once I am out the door and standing she is there too

Sets my thoughts in motion
Sets my thoughts in motion
Sets my thoughts in motion


I am impressed by her speed
I wonder if I will make it in time
And where I will be when I stop
After a struggle the

Door makes impact with my cheek
The door makes impact with my cheek
With my cheek

I am shocked but I comply
And we continue with the journey
I have gotten off too early
Now I have to carry the

Bag some way
I put it down in the empty room
It′s full of dirty clothes
I make my excuses and leave
My cheek stings but I am grateful my tram

Ticket has not expired
My arm is popping out of place
Acute shoulder pain