Текст King’s X – Six Broken Soldiers

I don’t care if you’re sick
What can I possibly do
With an American library
And a contract on you

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

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
A caged up gorilla and three local bands