There's not much in my fridge, a dim lit light,
No food inside, just one beer
I ain't got a running car, the engines blown, it's
Coughing smoke, and dressed in scars
I'm always looking up
Praying to god above
The same one we're all searching for
I could be king, or sweep the city streets
Work at a Texaco, or be the CEO of a tech company
There is one thing, that we can all agree
When our time is up and the reaper comes
We will all be, six foot deep
I've got a six figure job, beautiful wife, with
Emerald eyes, we get along
A mustang on the drive, a house I've built, the
Cellars filled with vintage wine
I'm always looking up
Thanking god above
The same one we're all searching for
I could be king, or sweep the city streets
Work at a Texaco, or be the CEO of a tech company
There is one thing, that we can all agree
When our time is up and the reaper comes
We will all be, six foot deep
Doesn't matter who we are
Rich or poor without a job
There's only one place we're all heading for
I could be king, or sweep the city streets
Work at a Texaco, or be the CEO of a tech company
There is one thing, that we can all agree
When our time is up and the reaper comes
We will all be,
When our time is up each one of us is buried six foot deep