Every Egg Broke Lyrics

I wrote a song once

And when I sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles

I wrote a song once

And when I sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles

Popped like a soda can in the freezer

I wrote a song once

And when i sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles

Cracked like a wine glass in a cartoon when the opera singer sings

Diner line cooks were at a loss

Restaurant owners cried

Bakers improvised with soy milk and bananas

Clerks and bag boys at every grocery store

Set about toweling the mess

Pushing the white and yellow goo into bags and drains and puddles

Yolks rolled down aisles

Pipes clogged, roaches and ants ate well

Scientists mused and were briefly sought out by confused local news affiliates to explain the occurrence

What had happened was quite simple

But what they couldn't explain was why it never had happened before

I wrote a song once

And when I sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles

Popped like bubble wrap

Even after weeks had gone by

People all over the world were hesitant to buy eggs

Prices dropped

And it wasn't the mess that people were scared of

It was the fact of the invisible connection

Between every egg that freaked them out

People were scared and I could understand why

If my eggs are somehow linked to my neighbors eggs

Through the invisible fabric of spacetime

And at any moment

There could be some sort of synchronized destructive resonating between them

Then forget it

I'll go without eggs

I wrote a song once

And when i sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles

Busted open like a china cabinet in an earthquake

I bark at you

I shake too

I hold onto grains of truth, wet noodles

I'll be fine

Only be good, and all will be well

I am princely and forgotten

And forgetting I am hanging on

Around the edges I am singed

And infringed upon. Peacetime music

Glassy dream ballets left unfinished

The possibility still twitching like a motion sensor night light

Lovely but awake

So many notes

So many holes left to be dusted

I wrote a song once and when I sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles

I wrote a song once and when I sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles

I wrote a song once and when I sang it every egg broke

Every egg within a hundred miles