| Song | Home for Supper |
| Artist | Hoots & Hellmouth |
| Album | Hoots & Hellmouth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sean Hoots | |
| Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son? | |
| Mama call me home for supper when it's done | |
| Gather round the table Midwestern middle children | |
| Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along | |
| 'Cause that church choir's singing with the force of a nor'easter | |
| And it's a great harmonious song | |
| Servant | |
| Seated on the left side just as seated on the right | |
| With a great cornucopia in between | |
| While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes | |
| Lest another covet what you have seen | |
| Servant | |
| When mouths are hungry, they're singing from their stomachs | |
| When eyes are red, they're singing from their toes | |
| When lips are pursed, the kissin's sure enough a sweet thing | |
| Lest that puckering is evidence that something's bout to blow | |
| Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness | |
| Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along | |
| 'Cause that church choir's a singin' with the force of a nor'easter | |
| And it's a great harmonious song | |
| Servant |
| zuo qu : Sean Hoots | |
| Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son? | |
| Mama call me home for supper when it' s done | |
| Gather round the table Midwestern middle children | |
| Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along | |
| ' Cause that church choir' s singing with the force of a nor' easter | |
| And it' s a great harmonious song | |
| Servant | |
| Seated on the left side just as seated on the right | |
| With a great cornucopia in between | |
| While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes | |
| Lest another covet what you have seen | |
| Servant | |
| When mouths are hungry, they' re singing from their stomachs | |
| When eyes are red, they' re singing from their toes | |
| When lips are pursed, the kissin' s sure enough a sweet thing | |
| Lest that puckering is evidence that something' s bout to blow | |
| Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness | |
| Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along | |
| ' Cause that church choir' s a singin' with the force of a nor' easter | |
| And it' s a great harmonious song | |
| Servant |
| zuò qǔ : Sean Hoots | |
| Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son? | |
| Mama call me home for supper when it' s done | |
| Gather round the table Midwestern middle children | |
| Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along | |
| ' Cause that church choir' s singing with the force of a nor' easter | |
| And it' s a great harmonious song | |
| Servant | |
| Seated on the left side just as seated on the right | |
| With a great cornucopia in between | |
| While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes | |
| Lest another covet what you have seen | |
| Servant | |
| When mouths are hungry, they' re singing from their stomachs | |
| When eyes are red, they' re singing from their toes | |
| When lips are pursed, the kissin' s sure enough a sweet thing | |
| Lest that puckering is evidence that something' s bout to blow | |
| Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness | |
| Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along | |
| ' Cause that church choir' s a singin' with the force of a nor' easter | |
| And it' s a great harmonious song | |
| Servant |