Six Feet - Patent Pending

(Welcome to the real world kid. You didn’t ask to be here but this is where you

are

And this is all you will know and this is all you will do.

Follow me.)

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

NOW!

Gotta hit the ground before the moon comes down, get your beak into the dirt

Cause the birds out there still waking up are the last to get their worm

And even when the table’s full only the foolish slow down

I’ve been around long enough to know there ain’t enough to go round

Been working to the bone, been burning both ends

Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again

So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead

And only six feet between me and catching my breath

Only six feet between me and getting some rest

Left.

Right, Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

ALL RIGHT

Gotta grind through the slow times

Cause thinking about the clock don’t make the time fly

When you’re counting down the minutes, adding up the hours given

Remember the fact, the fight ain’t over just because you think you’re finished

When you hear the whistle blow, only the weakest go home

Like their pain don’t put food on their plate

Been working to the bone, been burning both ends

Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again

So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead

And only six feet between me and catching my breath

Been working to the bone, been burning both ends

Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again

So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead

And only six feet between me and catching my breath

Only six feet between me and getting some rest

(You're keeping up I see. Well, it’s a big world and it’s only getting bigger

And if you want to be the best then you’ve got to beat the best.)

Ain’t nobody coming when you make the call

Cause every man’s gunning for the first to fall

Fill the bucket till the well runs dry

It’s left, right, left, till the day you die

Ain’t nobody coming when you make the call

Cause every man’s gunning for the first to fall

Fill the bucket till the well runs dry

It’s left, right, left, till the day you die

Ain’t nobody coming when you make the call

Cause every man’s gunning for the first to fall

Fill the bucket till the well runs dry

It’s left, right, left, till the day you die

Been working to the bone, been burning both ends

Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again

So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead

Sometimes those six feet look tempting, I’ve gotta confess

Been working to the bone, been burning both ends

Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again

So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead

And only six feet between me and catching my breath

Only six feet between me and getting some rest