Songwriters: Alonza George Bevan; Crispian Mills

Well, I'm 6ft down in an open grave
Living dead shuffling through my brain
In a shopping mall or a multiplex
All I see is the presence of death

But don't ask me to the party tonight
I'd bum you out, I'd spin you out

Yeah, I'm 6ft down in an open grave
Thinking about all the mess I've made
In my world of pain, in my broken home
I can hear a voice but I'm all alone

Oh my, my, I need the magical seed
The sound of love gonna rescue [bad word] and rescue me

Oh my Jesus, can You heal the blind?
Oh my Jesus, well I'm a similar kind
Oh my Jesus, can You spare some time at all?

Oh my [bad word] and rescue me
Oh my [bad word] and rescue me
I'm 6ft down, what's [bad word] of me?
Oh my [bad word] and
(Oh my Jesus, Jesus, oh my Jesus, Jesus)

I'm 6ft down at the end of the line, uh, huh well, alright
Got no shoes and I got no time, uh, huh, alright
I thank you lord for bringing me here
'Cause the end is nigh and I feel no fear
The end is nigh, I feel no fear

Oh my Jesus, oh, my Jesus, oh my