Six Feet Under - Deap Vally

Six feet under the ground and I still look around

I thought you were my friend, but where are you now?

Six feet under the ground and I still look around

I thought you were my friend, but where are you now?

Where, where, where, where are you now?

Where, where, where, where, where are you now?

You came into my life like a flood

You moved into my veins like a drug

You rushed into my heart

I’m addicted to your love but you don’t know

Where, where, where, where are you now?

Where, where, where, where, where are you now?

You touch me, you please me

You leave me, oh, how could you now?

You bury me deeper than death, oh how?

You ask me for patience, you went down on me like you’re out of town

Oh, what is the reason, the season of love you’ve outgrown?

Where, where, where, where are you now?

Where, where, where, where, where are you now?

Where, where, where, where are you now?

Where, where, where, where, where are you now?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

The old man was a young man once

Don’t discount the old man

Look in the mirror, you’ll see who he was

And the old girl, she tripped through the flowers once

Don’t discount the old girl

Look at your mama, you know what she’s made of

Love

It ain’t for the weak of heart

It ain’t for the fearful

It ain’t for the creeper in the dark

Love

Somebody to grow old beside

It ain’t for the fairweather ones

Who only cheat themselves when they lie

The old man was a young man once

Don’t discount the old man

Look in the mirror, you’ll see who he was

And the old girl, she tripped through the flowers once

Don’t discount the old girl

Look at your mama, you know what she’s made of

Love

It ain’t for the weak of heart

It ain’t for the fearful

It ain’t for the creeper in the dark

Love

Somebody to grow old beside

It ain’t for the fairweather ones

Who only cheat themselves when they lie

The old man was a young man once

Don’t discount the old man

Look in the mirror, you’ll see who he was

And the old girl, she tripped through the flowers once

Don’t discount the old girl

Look at your mama, you know what she’s made of