Uno, dos, one two three is quatro
Interpreter:
Autographs for the sick, they want to touch you
Monogrammed polygraph kit, she wants to buy two
She's warning all her children of the horrors of rock'n roll
You're a bonfire lover counting dollars in the afterglow
Phonographs for the deaf, they can't hear you
Gloves for the amputees, they can't cheer you
Down at the stadium they're waiting for the end of the age
You're praying for the healthy...
While the lame never get to the stage
Autographs for the sick, they want to touch you
Monogrammed polygraph kit, she wants to buy two
She's warning all her children of the horrors of rock'n roll
You're a bonfire lover counting dollars in the afterglow
Dit dit doo
Daniel Amos - Autographs For The Sick Lyrics
Daniel Amos - Autographs For The Sick Lyrics
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Uno, dos, one two three is quatro
Interpreter:
Autographs for the sick, they want to touch you
Monogrammed polygraph kit, she wants to buy two
She's warning all her children of the horrors of rock'n roll
You're a bonfire lover counting dollars in the afterglow
Phonographs for the deaf, they can't hear you
Gloves for the amputees, they can't cheer you
Down at the stadium they're waiting for the end of the age
You're praying for the healthy...
While the lame never get to the stage
Autographs for the sick, they want to touch you
Monogrammed polygraph kit, she wants to buy two
She's warning all her children of the horrors of rock'n roll
You're a bonfire lover counting dollars in the afterglow
Dit dit doo
Interpreter:
Autographs for the sick, they want to touch you
Monogrammed polygraph kit, she wants to buy two
She's warning all her children of the horrors of rock'n roll
You're a bonfire lover counting dollars in the afterglow
Phonographs for the deaf, they can't hear you
Gloves for the amputees, they can't cheer you
Down at the stadium they're waiting for the end of the age
You're praying for the healthy...
While the lame never get to the stage
Autographs for the sick, they want to touch you
Monogrammed polygraph kit, she wants to buy two
She's warning all her children of the horrors of rock'n roll
You're a bonfire lover counting dollars in the afterglow
Dit dit doo