Six Broken Soldiers Lyrics

i dont care if youre sick

what can i possibly do with an american library

and a contract on you

ive 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

fluently the parrot speaks

six languages not known to men

a sixpence and a quarter

as the audience he scans