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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 money 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 mail alone I was in the kitchen The year was in the fall A friend of mine had told me That there wern`t no point in moaning No there wern`t no point at all There was big fire in the hall, yeah There wern`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 mail alone And I can`t talk so I guess I`ve got nothing to say I`ll keep my eyes just take these tears away. Lock, stock and barrel All the dogs were gone and feral Letras de cancionesAnd the car ran like a broken percolator 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 gun If you want to know the facts You`ve gotta teach them how to act And I hate cough syrup, don`t you? I`d rather be a sailor than a fighter I like to sail a ship into the sun If you want to know the truth You gotta dig up Johnny Boothe And I hate cough syrup, don`t you? I know that your mother is a martyr I`ve heard she's got connections with the mob If you wanna learn to fight You`ve gotta drink up, all right And I hate cough syrup, don`t you? I 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 If you wanna know the truth You`ve gotta dig up Johnny Booth And I hate cough syrup, don`t you? I hate cough syrup, it's true From Letras Mania