6am - Allan Rayman

24th hour he tries is life

A cigarette and bottle on stand-by

6am the boy ain’t right

6am 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

6am 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 about that gun

As a while it sounds like fun but little holes in everyone

6am and the blood runs cold through mama’s son

Its 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

6am and the boy ain’t right

6am and the boy ain’t right