Tytuł: Cough Syrup

• Wykonawca: Butthole Surfers
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She played for the angels
  I played for the tribe
  The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
  There was big my arm a line
  Big my all the time yeah
  There was big my arm a line
  I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
  They can have my legs just leave my head alone
  I was in the kitchen
  The year was in the fall
  A friend of mine had told me that the work upon my only
  No there were no point at all
  There was big fire in the hall yeah
  There weren't no points at all
  I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
  They can have my legs just leave my head alone
  And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say
  I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away
  Lock stuck in barrel all the dogs were gone in farrel and the car ran like a broken perculator
  His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard
  There was big my arm a line
  And I heard that his brother was a viking
  He liked to settle a problem with a gun
  If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
  And I hate cough syrup don't you
  I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter
  I'd like to sail a ship into the sun
  If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Boon
  And I hate cough syrup don't you
  I know that your mother is a farter
  I heard she's got connections with the mob
  If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light
  And I hate cough syrup don't you
  I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter
  I'd like to see your work go up and burn
  If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die
  And I hate cough syrup don't you
  I hate cough syrup and I hate fruity (mirror?)
  And I hate cough syrup it's screwed
  You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Boof
  And I hate cough syrup don't you
  I hate cough syrup it's screwed