She played for the
angels,
I
played for the tribe.
The summer had been stolen
And faces were all lonely
There was big money on the
line
Big
money all the time, yeah
There was big money on the
line
I can`t
walk so I guess I`m gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my mail
alone
I was
in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine told me
That there wern`t no point in
moaning
No
there wern`t no point at all
There big fire in the hall,
yeah
There
wern`t no points at all
I can`t walk so I guess I`m gonna stay at
home
They can
have my legs just leave my mail alone
And I can`t talk so I guess I`ve got nothing
to say
I`ll
keep my eyes just take these tears away.
Lock, stock and barrel
All the dogs had gone
infertile
And
the car ran like a broken purcelator
His liver had gone hard
And he wouldn`t mow the
yard
There
was big money on the line
And I heard that his brother was a
bikie
He
liked to solve a problem with gun
If you want to know the
facts
You`ve
gotta teach them how to act
And I hate cough syrup
Don`t you?
I`d rather be a sailor than a
fighter
I
like to sail a ship into the sun
If you want to know the
truth
You
gotta dig up Johnny Booth
And I hate cough syrup
Don`t you?
I know your mother is a
martyr
I`ve
heard shes got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn to
fight
You`ve
gotta drink up all the white
And I hate cough syrup
Don`t you?
I rather be a matchstick than a
lighter
I
like to see the wood curl up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky
You must be prepared to
die
And I
hate cough syrup
Don`t you?
I hate cough syrup
And I hate the fruity
Mirror
And I
hate cough syrup
Its true
If you wanna know the truth
You`ve gotta dig up Johnny
Booth
And I
hate cough syrup
Don`t you?
I hate cough syrup
Its
true