Cough Syrup Butthole Surfers

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus 1]
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my mail alone

[Verse 2]
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that there were no point in mopin'
No there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall, yeah
There weren't no points at all

[Chorus 2]
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 got nothin' to say
I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away