Song Soup Of The Day - The Vandals. Soup of the day. Flavor of the month. Stain in your pants from your bleeding cup. Sell out Buy in! Never gonna change! Cash out now buy a home on the range. 18
Song Soup Of The Day - The Vandals. Soup of the day. Flavor of the month. Stain in your pants from your bleeding cup. Sell out Buy in! Never gonna change! Cash out now buy a home on the range. 18
me hold me. 'Cause I'm free Do you hear what I say. These are the words me hear from my grandaddy. Come on. These are the words me hear from my grandaddy. Who say nothing in this world like when a
kitchen, so whenever things got tight. Mama boiled up some water, put in the stone and said "Let's have some soup tonight" And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes. And the noodles and the
Stand in the line behind me. We've got tons of time to. Let it all hang out. And cast the demons out. . Once we're in the roof falls. I heard that we have got to raise it up. And let ther
talking about it. When the whole wide world is listening in Talk soup. Talk soup. Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me. (Listen to me, listen to me) My wife ran off with Elvis, my boss shaved off my
alphabet soup. I'd say you'd like children but you couldn't eat a whole one. The only one talking now is my alphabet soup. And he's on a loop I should have known but I only caught a glimpse. I should
into the sun. Just for starters. . Just for starters. Barometer's my soup. I'm descended from a deckhand on a sloop. I travel on the song lines. That only dreamers see. Not known for
. And I had to find it out the hard way. . She calls me up. She's breaking down. In los angeles. She misses home. She's all alone. She can't handle it. But seven months was just enough. Of
Writer(s) porter. . Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?. Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?. Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?. Or is what I feel the real mccoy?. . Is it
that means. And when she walks,. All the wind blows and the angels sing. But she doesn't notice me! 'Cause she is watchin' wrestling. Creamin' over tough guys. Listenin' to rap metal. Turntables in
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
