6ft Down Blues

Well, I'm six feet down in an open grave Living dead shuffling through my brain In a shopping mall or a multiplex All I see is the presence of death But don't ask me to the party tonight I'd bum you out I'd spin you out, oh Yeah, I'm six feet down in an open grave Thinking about all the mess I've made In my world of pain in my broken home I can hear a voice but I'm all alone Oh, my, my need the magical seed The sound of love come and rescue me Come and rescue me Oh, my Jesus can you heal the blind? Oh, my Jesus well, I'm a similar kind Oh, my Jesus can you spare some time at all? Oh, my Jesus come and rescue me Oh, my Jesus come and rescue me I'm six feet down what's become of me? Oh, my Jesus come and rescue (oh, my Jesus, Jesus) (Oh, my Jesus, Jesus) I'm six feet down at the end of the line, uh-huh, well, alright Got no shoes and I got no time, uh-huh, alright I thank you lord for bringing me here 'Cause the end is nigh and I feel no fear The end is nigh and I feel no fear Oh Oh, my Jesus Oh, my Jesus Oh Ooh, oh my...