6 feet below
I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below
Take this desert bordello
and make it my home
cause I cant find my gun
cause my car let me down
and now Im 6 feet below
I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below
Graveyard shovel hitting sand
dont let me out
cause Ill walk away now
grabbing your unconsious body by the hair
and forget how to reason
while ill get you to the devil
a bit farther below
I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below
As said by your moral standard
dont let that shovel do what it does best
cause the undead of me will get you
and bring you back to hell
I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below waiting for you

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- November 3, 2010 / 9:12 am
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