All ill-fated sorts

Who sleep on doorsteps and in alleyways

Take a stumble to the corner

There's heavenly music playin'



No more taking recreation

With your dark defeated friends

They who seek the consolation of the bottle

Never win



Soap, soup and salvation

Tired hearts sing in jubilation

Restoration at the rescue mission

Soap, soup and salvation



Well, Brother Randall is a bit

Long winded and a little loud

And as he pounds the pulpit

The sweat flies from his brow



Making sure none are caught slumbering

In this mournful motley crowd

For the ones that stay awake

Are therefore graciously endowed with...



Soap, soup and salvation

Tired hearts sing in jubilation

Restoration at the rescue mission

Soap, soup and salvation



Procter & Gamble

Campbell's gospel

Watch Brother Randall wave that bible



Bein' drunk and hungry

Seemed like more fun cause

They don't feed no one

Til' all this preachin's done, oh no



I just thought I heard the choir singing

My old favorite song

That old harmony is still familiar

Though it's been so long



Lonely faces, and empty glances

They surround me everywhere

But those sweet angelic voices

Are now rising through the air...



"When the roll is called up yonder"

"When the roll is called up yonder"

"When the roll is called up yonder"

"When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there"

With...



Soap, soup and salvation

Tired hearts sing in jubilation

Restoration at the rescue mission

Soap, soup and salvation

With...



Soap, soup and salvation

Tired hearts sing in jubilation

Restoration at the rescue mission

Soap, soup and salvation



Soap, soup and salvation

Writer : MCKEE, MARIA LOUISA
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group