Vic Chesnutt - Onion Soup lyrics

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