Heres to the freakin 2014 baseball season, getting old, conspiracies (not theories) and the ever-encroaching paranoia & agoraphobia… 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 cant walk so I guess Im 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 werent no points at all I cant walk so I guess Im gonna stay at home They can have my legs just leave my head alone And I cant talk so I guess I got nothin to say Ill 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 wouldnt 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 dont you Id rather be a sailor than a fighter Id 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 dont you I know that your mother is a martyr I heard shes got connections with the mob If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light And I hate cough syrup dont you Id 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 dont you I hate cough syrup and I hate the food in Europe And I hate cough syrup its true You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup dont you I hate cough syrup its true
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 00:33:58 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015