6000 Cocks Songtext
von The Good Ship

As I lay on my back like the whore that I am
It gets me to thinking I′m using again
The methadone program never seems to last
'Cause when I′m off the gear the year goes so fast

Six thousand cocks in my head and my mouth
And I hate to think of how many down south
Six thousand cocks in my head and my mouth
And I hate to think how many down south

As I count up my cash at the end of the night
I wonder if I could lead a normal life
But I'd miss the streets and the girls and the tricks
But never the pimps with their limp little dicks


Six thousand cocks in my head and my mouth
And I hate to think of how many down south
Six thousand cocks in my head and my mouth
And I hate to think how many down south

As I scan your items in the checkout line
I'm working a job that is nine-nine to five
The days are so long and the days are so bright
But from time to time in my mind I miss the night

Six thousand cocks in my head and my mouth
And I hate to think of how many down south
Six thousand cocks in my head and my mouth
And I hate to think, yes I hate to think
Yes I hate to think how many down south