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