Текст песни DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECILES - Soup Kitchen
DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECILES - Soup Kitchen слова песни
Текст песни DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECILES - Soup Kitchen
(Lyrics by Brecht)Vicious circle's got me downDays turn into weeks of hanging outGot to shake these soup kitchen bluesGrowing tired of barley cabbage stewAnd there being nothingNothing new to do( )Dumb and hungry, we make our wayFor free refuelingLike an alarm clock, our minds know the timesWe plan our lives around the linesTwelve p.m. At the soup kitchenTalking politics with the bag menForced into their conversationsPessimistic contemplationsThey tell me of their heart conditionsShare with me their D.T. VisionsDamn me with that bad outlookOr save me with that "good book"Vicious circle's got me downDays turn into weeks of hanging out