I feel like I've been listening to the Newsboys for forever. (They've been around a long time.) In fact, this quirky, Australian band has been the only band that I've consistently loved since I first started caring about music beyond "Old McDonald." Their lyrics are hilarious and witty, and their sound is a cross between U2, Euro-pop. eighties rock and Coldplay (with a dash of urban funk.) Here are some lyrics from one of my favorite songs, "Breakfast.""Hold the milk, put back the sugar
There are parents to console
We gather here to sprinkle ashes
From your late friend's cereal bowl
Breakfast clubbers sang the motto
That he taught us to repeat
You will lose it in your gym class
If you wait till noon to eat
Back when the chess club said our eggs were soft
Every Monday we'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Well, none of us knew that his check-out time would come so soon
But before his brain start waving, he composed this tune
When the toast is burned
And all the milk has turned
And Cap'n Crunch is wavin' farewell
When the Big One finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast
In hell"
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