Six Going Down - Safety Orange

I’m not the man I claim to be.

No, I’m not the man, the man you see.

Always loose at the party is what you see.

But, the life of the party.

No, that’s not me.

No, that’s not me.

And I’m not the man I claim to be.

No, I’m not the man that everyone sees.

I’m not nice and smooth and free.

No, that’s not me.

I’m not feeling loose from the juice.

But, just wait and see.

Cuz, when I open my mouth and pour in the good times.

Something inside happens to me.

Like a dog on a leash bein' set free.

Look out.

Here comes the new me.

I’ve got 1, 2, 3 tricks inside of me.

I’m feeling 4, 5, 6 goin' down.

And I’m on the ground.

I’m lyin' in my shit.

I’m drownin' in my own spit.

A clown bound down by disease.

And I’m not the man I claim to be.

No, I’m not the man who claims to be me.

(Who's that chipper young fella?)

No, that’s not me.

I’m not an outstanding citizen by any means.

Cuz, I get mean.

If you know what I mean.

Cuz, when I open my mouth and I pour in the good times.

Something inside happens to me.

There’s a fight in my body that rages inside and it’s taking my brain and

stealing my pride and it’s ripping the heart

right out of me.

I’ve got 1, 2, 3 tricks inside of me.

I’m feeling 4, 5, 6 goin' down.

And I’m on the ground.

I’m lyin' in my shit.

I’m drownin' in my own spit.

A clown bound down by disease.

And I’m on the ground.

I’m lyin' in my shit.

I’m drownin' in my own spit.

Somebody stole my keys.

They stole my keys.

They stole my keys.

They stole my keys.

Oh-la-dahp-ba-da-ya-dah.

Zahp-pa-da-da-da.

Oooh.

And I’m on the ground.

I’m lyin' in my shit.

I’m drownin' in my own spit.

A clown bound down by disease.

And I’m on the ground.

I’m lyin' in my shit.

I’m drownin' in my own spit.

Somebody stole my keys.

(My keys) They stole my keys.

They stole my keys.

They stole my keys.

Oh-la-dahp-pa-da-ya-da.

Vahp-pa-da-da-da.

Oooh.

Let’s go now!

Ooh, yeah.

La-dahp-da-da-ya-da.

Dahp-pa-da-da-da.

Ooh, yeah.