Well her dog - just died Died behind the wheel She was so tongue-tied When she blew that final deal Now she's oh, so tired Sleep will do her well Everybody's having breakfast at Lucile's Well her friends all say Gotta sing a happy song But on these judgment days The feeling's just all wrong And she's so sick and tired A change will do her well Everybody's having breakfast at Lucille's Jug of wine - last meal With your contract Signed and sealed And your cross and nails for real Everybody's having breakfast at Lucile's Tell me Papa - why the hate Why the Bible's lined with mold The souls you save Are of slaves you've bought and sold And as she chokes on the last meal Crawls to gates of solid steel Everybody's having breakfast at Lucile's A jug of wine, a baby's last meal You've got your contract Signed and sealed Now your cross and nail, for real They're for real Everybody's having breakfast at Lucille's