Soup — текст песни (blind melon)

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 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
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