6am

6am - Allan Rayman

A cigarette and bottle on stand-by

6 AM the boy ain't right

6 AM and the boy ain't right

Too late for the girlfriend

To step in and pretend that she's different

He don't want that fight

All the pretty things she says

Well they don't sound pretty tonight

It's 6 AM and the boy ain't right

Poor young man you know not what you've done

You've tied yourself to love

And I had warned you 'bout that gun

And as a whole it sounds like fun

But little holes in everyone

6 AM and the blood runs

Cold through mama's son

It's too late for the sentiment

The family and the friends to step in

Well he don't want that fight

All the advice that they offer

Don't sit well with him tonight

6 AM and the boy ain't right

6 AM and the boy ain't right