Soup Du Jour Lyrics

Soup du Jour
Righteous conviction
Soup du Jour
Men on a mission

Heat's rising daily
We're running out of jive
Looking at the future
Our eyes are open wide
Our eyes are open wide

The hunter and the hunted
Are finally back to back
Seems kind of simple
To call them short on facts
It's all familiar track

Soup du Jour
Deadly tradition
Soup du Jour
Hospice condition

The recipe is easy
A pound of flesh, some roe
Set on the back burner
In a stock of hearts au stone
And serve up nice and cold

Watching blood brothers
Spread death like love
Watching our leaders
Who'll never budge
They just can't rise above, no

I don't know who's wrong
I don't care who's right
I'm just scared of the man in his gloves of white

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