Six Broken Soldiers Lyrics

I don’t care if you’re sick
What can I possibly do
with an American library
and a contract on you?

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
Sixpence and a quarter
as the audience he scans

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
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