Six Feet

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 amongst
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 around
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"