Butthole Surfers - Cough Syrup Lyrics
She played for the angelsI played for the tribeThe summer had been stolenAnd the faces were all lonelyThere was big money on the lineBig money on the line, yeahThere was big money on the lineI can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at homeThey can have my legs just leave my mail aloneI was in the kitchenThe year was in the fallA friend of mine told meThat there weren't no point in moaningNo there weren't no point at allThere's big fire in the hall, yeahThere weren't no points at allI can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at homeThey can have my legs just leave my mail aloneAnd I can't talk so I guess I got nothing to sayI'll keep my eyes just take these tears awayLock, stock and barrelAll the dogs had gone infertileAnd the car ran like a broken perculatorHis liver had gone hardAnd he wouldn't mow the yardThere was big money on the lineAnd I heard that his brother was a bikieHe liked to solve a problem with a gunIf you want to know the factsYou've gotta teach them how to actAnd I hate cough syrupDon't you?I'd rather be a sailor than a fighterI'd like to sail a ship into the sunIf you wanna know the truthYou gotta dig up Johnny BoothAnd I hate cough syrupDon't you?I know your mother is a martyrI've heard she's got connections with the mobIf you wanna learn to fightYou've gotta drink up all the whiteAnd I hate cough syrupDon't you?I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighterI like to see the wood curl up and burnIf you wanna touch the skyYou must be prepared to dieAnd I hat
