Six Feet Under

I'm just singing a song About death and glory I feel tired and alone Try to keep my heart warm and free And my soul is feeling lonley As much as could be My eyes are now tired of sleeping Even i feel too tired to be And i won't goto Heaven And i hope i won't goto hell But i should be six feet under And green grass i could tell The Sky will never be blue again The clouds wont the fields The crows are now flying The last mail is to be sealed As i warm my hands feel empty And my back is full of wings And the load Im lonley And my soul is driven by the wind And i wont goto heaven And i hope i wont goto hell But i should be six feet under And green grass i could tell And i wont goto heaven And i hope i wont goto hell But i should be six feet under And the green grass i could tell And the green grass i could tell