Soup Kitchen

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
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 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
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 Twelve 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"
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 Vicious circle's got me down
 Days turn into weeks of hanging out
 Got to shake these Haight-Ashbury blues
 Growing tired of the Kezar Stadium cruise
 And there being nothing
 Nothing new to do
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 Just make the midday pilgrimage
 We travel far and wide
 Going to the soup kitchen
 To swallow some more pride