Dri Soup Kitchen Lyrics

Soup Kitchen Lyrics


Vicious circle's got me down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got
to shake these soup kitchen blues
Growing tired of barley cabbage
stew
And there being nothing
Nothing new to do
Dumb and hungry, we
make our way
For free refueling
Like an alarm clock, our minds know the
times
We plan our lives around the lines
Twelve p.m. At the soup
kitchen
Talking politics with the bag men
Forced into their
conversations
Pessimistic contemplations
They tell me of their heart
conditions
Share with me their D.T. Visions
Damn me with that bad
outlook
Or save me with that "good book"
Vicious circle's got me
down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these
Haight-Ashbury blues
Growing tired of the Kezar Stadium cruise
And there
being nothing
Nothing new to do
Just make the midday pilgrimage
We
travel far and wide
Going to the soup kitchen
To swallow some more
pride