The Methadones - Six Degrees of Separation lyrics
[The Methadones - Six Degrees of Separation lyrics]
A soap opera in a barroom to be found
The Windy City rumor mill
Will generate if you have guts to spill
The walls are closing in
While listening to me
Na hah uh!
When enemies start posing as friends
To keep you even closer in the end
The room turns to black
A kitchen knife is twisting in my back
The lights turn back on
There's no trace who's hunting me
Hah
Within six degrees of separation
And the perpetrator emerging from the
Shadows of the hall
I watch the company I keep
That know nothing at all
Within six degrees of separation