Lyric Soup

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

And outside way, way up high I got a colored misthanging 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

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