Twenty-fourth hour he tries is life
A cigarette and bottle on stand-by
6 AM and the boy ain't right
6 AM and the boy ain't right
Too late for the girlfriend
To step in and pretend shes different
He don't want that fight
Of 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 have warned you 'bout that gun
Now as a while 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
Of all the advice that they offer don't sit well with him tonight
6 AM and the boy ain't right
It's 6 AM and the boy ain't right
Allan Rayman - 6am Lyrics
Allan Rayman - 6am Lyrics
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Twenty-fourth hour he tries is life
A cigarette and bottle on stand-by
6 AM and the boy ain't right
6 AM and the boy ain't right
Too late for the girlfriend
To step in and pretend shes different
He don't want that fight
Of 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 have warned you 'bout that gun
Now as a while 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
Of all the advice that they offer don't sit well with him tonight
6 AM and the boy ain't right
It's 6 AM and the boy ain't right
A cigarette and bottle on stand-by
6 AM and the boy ain't right
6 AM and the boy ain't right
Too late for the girlfriend
To step in and pretend shes different
He don't want that fight
Of 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 have warned you 'bout that gun
Now as a while 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
Of all the advice that they offer don't sit well with him tonight
6 AM and the boy ain't right
It's 6 AM and the boy ain't right
Writer: Alexander Grant, Brendan Rayman, Cobaine Ivory
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.