6am

24th hour he tries his life
A cigarette and bottle on stand-by
6am the boy ain't right
6am the boy ain't right

Too late for the girlfriend
To step in and pretend she's different
He don't want that fight
Of all the pretty things she says, well they don't sound pretty tonight
6am and the boy ain't right

Poor young man you know not what you've done
You've tied yourself to love and I have warned you about that gun
As a whole it sounds like fun but little holes in everyone
6am and the blood runs cold through mama's son

It's too late for the sentiment
The family, and the friends to step in
Well he don't want that fight
Of all the advice that they offer don't sit well with him tonight
6am and the boy ain't right
6am and the boy ain't right