A funky, folky spark of music for those who may consider this the truth..

Bread on the Soup Line ©
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he knows the price and he's paid the cost
knows time is up, when dreams are lost
she watches dismal every days drift by...
like a sailboat on the artic

out of time, so out of touch
world too fast...no love just lust
life they know 4ever lost at sea
no hope on these shores for them

is there bread on the soup line?
do they serve wine on the soup line?

let me hear u say - yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
should we still believe?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
save some soup 4 me

she joined the war but she don't believe
to pay the bills she pretends
he - fights for friends not false prophets on tv
don't mean nothin' in the end

out of time, out of touch
world gone mad, ooh it's rough
out of time, out of touch
we are them, they are us

is there bread on the soup line?
do they serve wine on the soup line?
is there blood on the soupline?
do they serve wine on the soupline?

let me hear u say - yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
should we still believe?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
save some soup 4 me

Black Dylan