Six Feet Under - The Showdown

We are your shield, the line in the sand

We take your bullets and we make your stand

A scatter shot payment

For each and every sin

Through storms of lead

We’ve screamed and bled

«Don't tread on me», she said

We’re all unclean from all I’ve seen

And God wash this from my dreams

We’re mice and men and might have beens

Our heavy hearts beating like thunder

The bastard son’s brought home again

Our heart beats still we’re six feet under

Nobody knows the trouble we’ve been

Or if we’ll ever get back again

A scatter shot prayer

God save us and Amen

Through storms of lead

We’ve screamed and bled

«Don't tread on me», she said

We’re all unclean from all I’ve seen

God wash this from my dreams

We’re mice and men and might have beens

Our heavy hearts beating like thunder

The bastard son’s brought home again

Our heart beats still we’re six feet under

Through storms of lead

We’ve screamed and bled

«Don't tread on me», she said

We’re all unclean from all I’ve seen

And God wash this from my dreams

We’re mice and men and might have beens

Our heavy hearts beating like thunder

The bastard son’s brought home again

Our heart beats still we’re six feet under

We’re mice and men

Six feet under

The bastard son’s brought home again

Six feet under, oh