Blind Melon - Soup Lyrics
The clothesline of cold eyesIs washing away the face beforeNow tell me whats wrong you see everyones 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 hes no longer living hereIts no longer needed hereAll over a bowl of bitter beansAll over a bowl of bitter beansAnd I got a corner store and thats all the moreFor me to praise upon the holidaysAnd now Ill close my eyes really, really tightAnd make you all go away,Ill make you all go all go awayAnd Ill pull the trigger and make it all go awayAnd Ill make it all go away, Ill make it all go away