Soup Kitchen Lyrics - Dri

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 

12 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 

Weeks turn into months of hanging out 

Got to shake these Haight-Ashbury blues 

Growing tired of Kezar Stadium cruise 

And there being nothing 

Nothing new to do 

Make the midday pilgrimage 

We travel far and wide 

Going to the soup kitchen 

To swallow some more pride