i dont care if youre sick
what can i possibly do
with an american library
and a contract on you

I've 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

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