6ft Down Blues

Well, I'm 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

But don't ask me to the party tonight
I'd bum you out I'd spin you out, oh

Yeah, I'm six feet down in an open grave
Thinking about all the mess I've made
In my world of pain in my broken home
I can hear a voice but I'm all alone

Oh, my, my need the magical seed
The sound of love come and rescue me
Come and rescue me

Oh, my Jesus can you heal the blind?
Oh, my Jesus well, 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 (oh, my Jesus, Jesus)
(Oh, my Jesus, Jesus)

I'm six feet down at the end of the line, uh-huh, well, alright
Got no shoes and I got no time, uh-huh, alright
I thank you lord for bringing me here
'Cause the end is nigh and I feel no fear
The end is nigh and I feel no fear

Oh
Oh, my Jesus
Oh, my Jesus
Oh
Ooh, oh my...