The Gone Jackals - Soup Du Jour Lyrics

Soup Du Jour - righteous conviction men on a mission deadly tradition hospice condition 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. 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. The Gone Jackals Lyrics Soup Du Jour Lyrics