Soup du Jour

Soup du Jour - The Gone Jackals

Soup du Jour righteous conviction

Soup du Jour men on a mission

Heat's risin' daily

We're runnin' out of jive

Lookin' 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

Ohh ohh oh oh oh

Ohh ohh oh oh oh

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

Yeah

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