| 作词 : Anselmo, Bower, Keenan | |
| Started from the start, wearing out the headstones was the in(?) was the right, taking out a life loan | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I'm going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head | |
| When taken by the undertaker, no questions anymore | |
| It's higher then the black sky, it's lower than the floor | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I'm going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head | |
| I was just a young boy, my father sounded crazy | |
| My death he couldn't bear to see, either joking, sleeping, or lazy | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I'm going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head |
| zuo ci : Anselmo, Bower, Keenan | |
| Started from the start, wearing out the headstones was the in? was the right, taking out a life loan | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I' m going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head | |
| When taken by the undertaker, no questions anymore | |
| It' s higher then the black sky, it' s lower than the floor | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I' m going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head | |
| I was just a young boy, my father sounded crazy | |
| My death he couldn' t bear to see, either joking, sleeping, or lazy | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I' m going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head |
| zuò cí : Anselmo, Bower, Keenan | |
| Started from the start, wearing out the headstones was the in? was the right, taking out a life loan | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I' m going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head | |
| When taken by the undertaker, no questions anymore | |
| It' s higher then the black sky, it' s lower than the floor | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I' m going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head | |
| I was just a young boy, my father sounded crazy | |
| My death he couldn' t bear to see, either joking, sleeping, or lazy | |
| Hey old man, when | |
| I' m going six feet down | |
| You gotta make that promise to me, | |
| A stained glass cross lay behind my head |