Six Feet Down

I am 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 Don't ask me To the party tonight I'd bum you out Yea I'd spin you out, oh-woe I'm six feet down in an open grave Thinking bout all the mess I made In my world of pain, my broken home I can hear a voice, but I'm all alone Oh my my, I need the magical seed That's the sound of love comin' to rescue me Comin' to rescue me A Love to rescue me Oh my Jesus, you can heal the blind? Oh my Jesus, 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 me! Well I'm six feet down At the end of the line I've got no shoes I got no time But I thank you Lord For laying me here For the end is nigh And I feel no fear