Butthole Surfers – Cough Syrup

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