Six Broken Soldiers
I don't care if you're sick
What can i possibly do with an american library
And a contract on you
Ive 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
A sixpence and a quarter
As the audience he scans