Six Broken Soldiers

Lyrics

I don't care if you're sick What can I possibly do With an american library And a contract on you? Got six broken soldiers in the trunk of my car Two of them speak, four go to bars Rods in the closet, a six shooter in hand A caged up gorilla and three local bands Three local bands Fluently the parrot speaks Six languages not known to men A sixpence and a quarter As the audience he scans Got six broken soldiers in the trunk of my car Two of them speak, four go to bars Rods in the closet, a six shooter in hand A caged up gorilla and three local bands Six broken soldiers in the trunk of my car Two of them speak, four go to bars Rods in the closet, a six shooter in hand A caged up gorilla and three local bands