Butthole Surfers - Cough Syrup [Electriclarryland, 1996, Capitol Records] (Alternative Rock) | Текст песни

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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 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 head alone

I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me
That there weren`t no point in mowing
No there weren`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 head 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 were gone and feral
And the car ran like a broken percolator
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 viking
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'd 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 that 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 night
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 food in Europe
And I hate cough syrup
It's 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
It's true

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