Song | Soup |
Artist | Blind Melon |
Album | Classic Masters |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Artist:blind melon | |
Songs Title:soup | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 |
Artist: blind melon | |
Songs Title: soup | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 |
Artist: blind melon | |
Songs Title: soup | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 |