Regina Spektor - The soup

The soup, the soup, the soup, the soup...

The soup was hot and split pea and on the stove
And michael and marry and bugsy and buster were occupied
The pictures as clear as an illusion in their mind
And the plan was foolproof but there was so much to do First they'd decide who'd drive the car,
Who'd wear the masks and who'd bribe the cops
Then they'd decide what were the rules,
When do shoot and when do you hold back
They'd synchronize their watches
And their heartbeats and their ribcages
This can't be a mess, this can't be a mess...

Nobody knows how it comes to be
That they think that they must and they do what they can
But the cops are right there
And the sirens they blare and the bystarers stare
And everyone just stands
Bugsy went down first, then marry,
Then michael drove off and buster just ran
He was running like a child running in a game of tag
Until he was hit, until he was it...