The soup
The soup
The soup [x7]
The soup was hot and spilled pea and on the stove
And Michael and Marry and Bugsy and Buster were all occupied
The pictures as clear as illusion in their mind
And the plan was foolproof, there was so much to do
First they'd decide Who'd drive the car,
Who'd wear the masks and Who'd arrange the cops
Then they'd decide what were the rules
When do you shoot and when do you hold back
They'd synchronize their watches and the heartbeats in their ribcages
This can not be a mess, this can not be a mess
[Humming]
Nobody knows how it comes to be
That they think that they must and they do what they can
But the cops are right there and the sirens they blare
And the bystarers stare and everyone just stands
Bugsy went down first, then Marry then
Michael drove off and Buster just ran
He was running like a child, running in a game of tag
Until he was hit, until he was "It"
[Humming]
The soup
The soup
The soup, the soup the soup the soup the soup the soup the soup
