Soup

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

All over a bowl of bitter beans

All over a bowl of bitter beans

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

All over a bowl of bitter beans

All over a bowl of bitter beans

[Verse 3]

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 away

I'll make you all go...

[Outro]

Away

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

And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away