 Onion soup lyrics ( Vic chesnutt )   
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 Rate Onion Soup
Artist : Vic chesnutt
Song : Onion soup
thin and unshaved, drunk and mysteriousooh, I must
say lifestyle is curiouswith a little touch of the
sniffles and filthy socksgnawed, crumbled
fingernails never doing tomahawk chops a flaky
head dandruff is distinguishedlacquer is red vain
is the varnishwhat is at the root of this, she'll
say, whatcha got what participle do you possess
she'll say, which I have not one blustery day we
rode out to the meadowlandswe saw and were amazed
then hauled it back into town againMississippi is
a mess sometimes and not only when it rainshow
come you went back to that malaria island'cause
our friendship is strained those were the days
when you were so cosmopolitanthese are the days,
my letters they're so maudlinI wrote you an
eloquent postcard onceabout this most exquisite
onion soupbut of course I never mailed
though'cause it was your turn in the loop those
were the days when you were so cosmopolitan these
are the days, my letters they're increasingly
maudlin
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