The Hidden Cameras - Bread for Brat Lyrics

Bread for brat
And tit for tat
Paddy-whack
On the brink of black
Face the fact
He wasn't worth a scrap

As you want
Take the rattle away
Holding onto nothing
He keeps shaking away

Bread for brat
He wasn't bred for that
I'll get the bread for brat
And half the half
Before he knows he's had
Quit the chit chat
And swallow it back
To be done with that

As you want
We'll dig our ditch
Fall into illusion
To the sound of our sniffs
He'll be lost
Outside of his pen
The tired institutions cannot bear the brunt of his ache

Bread for brat
Bread for brat