Six Ways to Sunday Songtext
von Screeching Weasel

Can′t think
Can't see
Can′t run
They've got a bead on me
I'm done

Can′t talk
Can′t hear
White hot
Backed in a corner with no shot


I'm fucked
Six ways to Sunday now
Undone

I′m fucked
Six ways to Sunday now
Undone

I'm unguarded and bombarded
With the lights and the stereo panic
Surrounded
I′m thinking burn it down
Burn it all down
I'm thinking burn it down
Burn it all down