We Don't Have That Kind of Bread - Zoey Van Goey

Don’t leave the house today

I’ve got the fear

You’ll be stolen by bandits

And taken far from here

They’ll put you in a cage

Made of skeleton bones

I got a ransom call

On my telephone

We don’t have that kind of money

We don’t have that kind of bread

Stay under the covers with me instead

Don’t leave the house today

On your bicycle

You’ve got a fragile body

With your veins and your heart and your ventricles

Cars aiming to hit you

Speeding down the road

Don’t wanna see you in a body cast

From your head to your toes

We don’t have that kind of glue

We don’t have that kind of x-ray

Stay under the covers with me today

Don’t leave, don’t leave

We don’t have that kind of money

We don’t have that kind of bread

Stay under the covers with me instead

We don’t have that kind of glue

We don’t have that kind of x-ray

Stay under the covers with me today

Don’t leave, don’t leave