Cough Syrup (Explicit)

Cough Syrup (Explicit) - ******** Surfers

She played for the angels

I played for the tribe

The summer had been stolen and

The bases were all

Loaded

There was big money on the line

Big my 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 head alone

I was in the kitchen

The year was in the fall

A friend of mine had told me

That there were

No point in mopin'

No there were no point at all

There was big fire

In the hall yeah

There weren'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 head alone

And I can't talk so I guess

I got nothin'

To say

I'll keep my eyes just

Take these tears away

Lock stock and barrel all

The dogs were gone to

Feral and the car ran like

A broken perculator

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 viking

He liked to solve

A problem with a gun

If you want to know

The facts you gotta teach

Him how to act

And I hate cough syrup don't you

I'd rather be a sailor

Than a fighter

I'd like to sail a ship into the sun

If you wanna know

The truth you gotta dig up

Johnny booth

And I hate cough syrup don't you

I know that your mother is a martyr

I heard she's got connections

With the mob

If you wanna learn the fight

You gotta drink up

All the light

And I hate cough syrup don't you

I'd 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 food in

Europe

And I hate cough syrup it's true

You wanna know the truth

You gotta dig up Johnny

Booth

And I hate cough syrup don't you

I hate cough syrup it's true