Six Feet Under
Album: Now Its Personal
By: f. c. adams
By: f. c. adams
Duration
4:45
Genres
Description
A song about facing the inevitable.
Lyrics
I just can't seem to face the facts, none of us are coming back. The mice run up and down our clocks, what a surprise when it stops. The word is out on the streets, we are in it way too deep. Six feet under. Should I hand the lord my soul to keep, when I lay down to sleep? Six feet under. I just can't get it out of my head, we're better off alive than dead. A cold chill runs up and down my spine, that old feeling of running out of time. Everything new has turned to rust, what was you is now cold dust. Six feet under. Should I hand the lord my soul to keep, when I lay down to sleep? Six feet under. Why? Pray to the sky? When you six feet under...