Soup Du Jour Lyrics

Gone Jackals Soup Du Jour

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.