Butthole Surfers - Cough Syrup - Sözleri

She played for the angels, 

I played for the tribe. 

The summer had been stolen 

And faces were all lonely 

There was big money on the line 

Big money all the time, yeah 

There was big money on the line 

I can`t walk so I guess I`m gonna stay at home 

They can have my legs just leave my mail alone 

I was in the kitchen 

The year was in the fall 

A friend of mine told me 

That there wern`t no point in moaning 

No there wern`t no point at all 

There big fire in the hall, yeah 

There wern`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 mail alone 

And I can`t talk so I guess I`ve got nothing to say 

I`ll keep my eyes just take these tears away. 

Lock, stock and barrel 

All the dogs had gone infertile 

And the car ran like a broken purcelator 

His liver had gone hard 

And he wouldn`t mow the yard 

There was big money on the line 

And I heard that his brother was a bikie 

He liked to solve a problem with gun 

If you want to know the facts 

You`ve gotta teach them how to act 

And I hate cough syrup 

Don`t you? 

I`d rather be a sailor than a fighter 

I like to sail a ship into the sun 

If you want to know the truth 

You gotta dig up Johnny Booth 

And I hate cough syrup 

Don`t you? 

I know your mother is a martyr 

I`ve heard shes got connections with the mob 

If you wanna learn to fight 

You`ve gotta drink up all the white 

And I hate cough syrup 

Don`t you? 

I rather be a matchstick than a lighter 

I like to see the wood curl 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 the fruity Mirror 

And I hate cough syrup 

Its true 

If you wanna know the truth 

You`ve gotta dig up Johnny Booth 

And I hate cough syrup 

Don`t you? 

I hate cough syrup 

Its true








		
			



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