| 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 |