Whittle me down
to a strong thin reed
Follow this recipe
to match my need
Then simmer me slow
in the freedom cup
Until my marrow's
left to sup
Legends and ghosts
all you hungry wild ones
I feel the mourning
comes from eve-ry corner
Now gimme a roar
you pack of lions
Gimme a cure
my blood will start a riot
Oh, do you wanna taste the soup
Come on take a sip from the spoon
Blisters on your tongues
burnt from the heat of this song
Guess this soup might give you the spark
Oh my God, your eyes are glowing in the dark!
Said, gimme a roar
you pack of lions
Gimme a cure
my blood will start a riot!
Give me the give me the
Yeah, gimme a roar
you pack of lions
Gimme a cure
my heart will start a fire!
Gimme the... gimme the... gimme the
Soup!
Oh, do you wanna taste the soup
Come on take a sip from the spoon