Soup lyrics
by Blind Melon
The clothesline of cold eyesis washing away the face beforeNow tell me what's wrong you see everyone's goneYou gotta do your best to decorate this dying' dayThis dying' dayAll over a bowl of bitter beansAll over a bowl of bitter beansAnd outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon misthanging' over meAnd now, I want that rocking chair outta thereCause he's no longer living hereIt's no longer needed hereAll over a bowl of bitter beansAll over a bowl of bitter beansAnd I got a corner store and that's all the moreFor me to praise upon the holidaysAnd now I'll close my eyes really, really tightand make you all go away,I'll make you all go all go awayAnd I'll pull the trigger and make it all go awayAnd I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away
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