six feet down, one piece at a time, for the insects to find Thrown six feet down, one piece at a time, for the insects to find Rest in pieces, in the
Vertaling: Six Feet Under. Rest in stukke.
ferment in the grave thrown six feet down one piece at a time for the insects to find rest in pieces in the grave you're bleeding rest in pieces
soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees 'Cause you will always be six feet under me My soul can't rest today And I
Movements scripted for the dead... Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct My corpus concertos cordial Disinterred... and detuned With six feet below
Reporter] Where'd you come from? [Billy Flynn] Mississippi [Reporter] And your parents? [Billy Flynn] Very wealthy. [Reporter] Where are they now? [Billy Flynn] Six feet under
top, on the regular or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder Another brother six feet under
Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in
Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin They ass is trippin because the nina gave that ass a whippin The back-street way yard six feet
and you still gettin taunted If the Father of Creation was to come at you down You'd find a very pleasant home six feet under the ground Poppa was here
soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees Cause you will always be six feet under me [Verse One] Frank, I'm sorry you
