Six Feet

Strung Out

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, antother 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

Feelin' 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"