Текст песни «Cough Syrup» от Butthole Surfers

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Butthole Surfers - "Cough Syrup"

Lyrics to Cough Syrup :

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 mail alone



I was in the kitchen

The year was in the fall

A friend of mine had told me

That there wern`t no point in moaning

No there wern`t no point at all

There was 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 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 like to sail a ship into the sun

If you want to know the truth

You gotta dig up Johnny Boothe

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 right

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, 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
[ Cough Syrup Lyrics  ]

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