Il testo della Six feet

Strung Out

Data di rilascio : 23/04/1996

Durata : 0:01:45

Stile : Alternative

A family man in the midst of
A total breakdown
Seeks refuge inebriated state
As he thinks to himself how did
Life pass me by - somewhere down
The line i forgot how to live
Now every day is just another chore,
Another
Day, another week, another year.
The world slowly turns, but this
Rut never ends - one blink of an
Eye then it's gone.
So he puts his faith in the almighty
Lord up above, he's told for all good
Men heaven awaits
"well i can't wait
Any longer when's
It my turn to see the light that'll
Come and take my troubles away?"
Now he spends his days preaching
What he does not believe, to a world
That's forgotten how to live
And he can't understand the empty
Feelin' inside that seems to grow
Every hour, every day.
"what's it take to be a man, when
Everything i'm taught i can't believe
And everything is thrown right in my
Face?
I wake up everyday, i live here among
The dead and i am one of them. is
This how it's gotta be? for you and me
Open your eyes take a look a
Round think nice thoughts then
It's off to work i go!"
Now it's back to the hustle and it's
Back to the beat
It's back to another forty hour
Week.
"soon that weekend will come
I'll get to have a little fun then
It's back to my forty hour grave"