Letra de Soup (2001 Digital Remaster / 24-Bit Mastering)
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 beansAnd 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 hereAll over a bowl of bitter beans All over a bowl of bitter beansAnd 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 AwayAnd 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