Soup Lyrics

The clothesline of cold eyes 
is washing away the face before 
Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone 
You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day 
This dying' day 
All over a bowl of bitter beans 
All over a bowl of bitter beans 

And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon mist 
hanging' over me 
And now, I want that rocking chair outta there 
Cause he's no longer living here 
It's no longer needed here 

All over a bowl of bitter beans 
All over a bowl of bitter beans 

And I got a corner store and that's all the more 
For me to praise upon the holidays 
And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight 
and make you all go away, 
I'll make you all go all go away 

And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away 
And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away