Six Ways to Sunday

[Verse 1]

Can’t think

Can’t see

Can’t run

They’ve got a bead on me

I’m done

[Verse 2]

Can’t talk

Can’t hear

White hot

Backed in a corner with

No shot

[Chorus]

I’m fucked

Six ways to Sunday now

Undone

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]

I’m fucked

Six ways to Sunday now

Undone

[Outro]

I’m unguarded and

Bombarded

With the lights and the stereo panic

Surrounded

I’m thinking burn it down

Burn it all down

I’m thinking burn it down

Burn it all down

Burn it down