She for the Angels, I played for the Tribe The summer had been and the bases were all loaded There was big on the line Big money all the time, was big money on the line
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna at home They can have my legs leave my [Incomprehensible] alone
I was in the kitchen, the was in the fall A friend of mine told me that were no point in moaning No, there no point at all There was big fire in the hall, There no points at all
I can't walk so I guess I'm stay at home They can have my legs leave my [Incomprehensible] alone And I can't talk so I guess I got to say I'll keep my eyes, just take tears away
Lock stock and barrel, all the dogs gone in feral And the car ran like a percolator His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the There was big money on the
And I that his brother was a Viking He liked to a problem with a gun If you wanna the facts, you gotta teach him how to act And I cough syrup, don't you?
I'd rather be a sailor than a I'd like to a ship into the sun If you wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Johnny And I hate syrup, don't you?
I that your mother is a martyr I heard got connections with the mob If you wanna learn to fight, you drink up all the light And I hate cough syrup, don't
I'd be a matchstick than a lighter I to see the wood curl up and burn If you wanna touch the sky, you must be to die And I hate cough syrup, you?
I hate syrup and I hate the food in Europe And I hate cough syrup, it's If you wanna know the truth, you gotta dig up Booth And I hate cough syrup, don't I hate cough syrup, it's