Heel of the Bread | Michael Clem

Heel of the Bread
(by Michael Clem)

We don’t have the same kind of Jesus
and one of us is going to Hell
It doesn’t make you my equal
from here I wish you well
We both bow to a different God
and I think that’s just swell
We don’t have the same kind of Jesus
and one of us is going to Hell

We don’t have the same kind of partner
and mine looks better than yours
We might be created equal
Despite all the ethnic slurs
We’ve both been dealt a different spouse
and that’s just what occurs
We don’t have the same kind of partner
and mine looks better than yours

I’m often reminded of what Mrs. Johnson said
When she was young they fought over the heel of the bread
But I don’t give a rip ‘bout the heel of the bread
I just want get the biggest slice…

We don’t have the same kind of castle
And I think mine’s worth more
I may sound like an asshole
But at least I’m not a bore
We both live in a different home
But mine’s got a double door
We don’t have the same kind of castle
And I think mine’s worth more

We don’t make the same kind of children
and I think that’s okay
And my kid’s are more handsome
Must be the DNA
but your kids can over anytime
except on Saturday
We don’t make the same kind of children
and I think that’s okay

We vote for different people, Because you’re different than me
We don’t share common values, or agree on policy
We both come from a different mind, and world philosophy
That is why I think that you are inferior to me

I’m often reminded of what Mrs. Johnson said
When she was young they fought over the heel of the bread
But I don’t give a damn ‘bout the heel of the bread
I just want get the biggest slice…

I’m often reminded of how Mrs. Johnson died
She choked upon a heel of bread, although the coroner lied
But will never fight over the heel of the bread
I just want to get the biggest slice

We don’t make the same kind of money
Cuz I’m afraid we’re not the same
We might be created equal
It doesn’t mean that we’re the same
Well, we’ve all been dealt a different hand
and the Good Lord’s not to blame
We don’t make the same kind of money
It’s not all about the money
We don’t make the same kind of money
Cuz I’m afraid we’re not the same
Yes, I’m afraid we’re not the same
and the Good Lord’s not to blame