Six Broken Soldiers Lyrics

i dont care if youre sick
what can i possibly do with an american library
and a contract on you
ive 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
fluently the parrot speaks
six languages not known to men
a sixpence and a quarter
as the audience he scans