Six Broken Soldiers lyrics

I don't care if you're sick What can I possibly do With an American library And the contract on you? I've 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, three local bands Fluently the parrot speaks Six languages not known to men A sixpence and a quarter As the audience, he scans I've 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 Caged up gorilla and three local bands Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers Six broken soldiers