Six Feet

(álbum: Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues - 1996)

A family man in the midst of
A total breakdown
Seeks refuge inebriated state
As he thinks to himself how did
Life pass me by somewhere down
The line I forgot how to live
Now every day is just another chore,
Another day, another week, another year.
The world slowly turns, but this
Rut never ends one blink of an
Eye then it's gone.

So he puts his faith in the Almighty
Lord up above, he's told for all good
Men Heaven awaits

"Well I can't wait any longer when's
It my turn to see the light that'll
Come and take my troubles away?"
Now he spends his days preaching
What he does not believe, to a world
That's forgotten how to live
And he can't understand the empty
Feeling inside that seems to grow
Every hour, every day.
"What's it take to be a man, when
Everything I'm taught I can't believe
And everything is thrown right in my face?
I wake up everyday, I live here among
The dead and I am one of them. Is
This how it's gotta be? For you and me
Open your eyes take a look
Around think nice thoughts then
It's off to work I go!"
Now it's back to the hustle and it's
Back to the beat
It's back to another forty hour
Week.
"Soon that weekend will come
I'll get to have a little fun then
it's back to my forty hour grave"