The soup

The soup,
the soup,
the soup, the soup,the soup,the soup, the soup...

The soup was hot and split pea and on the stove
And michael and marry and bugsy and buster were occupied

The pictures as clear as an illusion in their mind
And the plan was foolproof
but there was so much to do

First they'd decide who'd drive the car,
who'd wear the masks and who'd bribe the cops
Then they'd decide what were the rules,
when do shoot and when do you hold back

They'd synchronize their watches and their heartbeats
and their ribcages
This can't be a mess, this can't be a mess...

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...