6 feet down and the shovels on my face Grabbing on my mace and I can’t see the trace What’s the point of life if I can’t tie the lace Neuses on my neck like I’m dying up in space Can’t catch a fucking break Rolling double sixes like it’s black jack Pouring up the rum now time to sit back Clickity clack Big black On the doorstep Take another sip And...Learn More