Six Broken Soldiers Lyrics

Six Broken Soldiers lyrics

i dont care if youre 

sick what can i possible 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