Six Broken Soldiers Lyrics by King's X

Six Broken Soldiers Lyrics

    I don't care if you're sick
    What can I possible do
    with an American library
    And a contact on you

    Chorus:
    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

    Fluently the parrot speaks
    Six languages not know to man
    A sixpence and a quarter
    As the audience he scans

    Chorus:
    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

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