Patent Pending - Six Feet lyrics

(Welcome to the real world kid. You didn't ask to be here but this is where you are And this is all you will know and this is all you will do. Follow me.) Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. NOW! Gotta hit the ground before the moon comes down, get your beak into the dirt Cause the birds out there still waking up are the last to get their worm And even when the table's full only the foolish slow down I've been around long enough to know there ain't enough to go round Been working to the bone, been burning both ends Trying to make them meet before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead And only six feet between me and catching my breath Only six feet between me and getting some rest Left. Right, Left. Right. Left. Right. ALL RIGHT Gotta grind through the slow times Cause thinking about the clock don't make the time fly When you're counting down the minutes, adding up the hours given Remember the fact, the fight ain't over just because you think you're finished When you hear the whistle blow, only the weakest go home Like their pain don't put food on their plate Been working to the bone, been burning both ends Trying to make them meet before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead And only six feet between me and catching my breath Been working to the bone, been burning both ends Trying to make them meet before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead And only six feet between me and catching my breath Only six feet between me and getting some rest (You're keeping up I see. Well, it's a big world and it's only getting bigger And if you want to be the best then you've got to beat the best.) Ain't nobody coming when you make the call Cause every man's gunning for the first to fall Fill the bucket till the well runs dry It's left, right, left, till the day you die Ain't nobody coming when you make the call Cause every man's gunning for the first to fall Fill the bucket till the well runs dry It's left, right, left, till the day you die Ain't nobody coming when you make the call Cause every man's gunning for the first to fall Fill the bucket till the well runs dry It's left, right, left, till the day you die Been working to the bone, been burning both ends Trying to make them meet before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead Sometimes those six feet look tempting, I've gotta confess Been working to the bone, been burning both ends Trying to make them meet before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead And only six feet between me and catching my breath Only six feet between me and getting some rest