I use the soup to wash the dirt off my face
I`ll write with pencil so then I can`t erase
But what`s to do when someone`s taking my place with you with you
I know to stop when the light turns to red and when it rains I know to cover my head
But what`s to do when I wished I were dead over you over you over you
La la la la la la la la la la la la let `em to ride off tomorrow
La la la la la la la la la la la la hopin` to wash off the sorrow
I hope to find that the world was not there
It seems to me when I`m down you did not care
And my ambition vanished into thin air long with you with you
I use the soup...