Sitting all alone gnaw mark on my face
You`re Cuban heel stamped into place
I start shaken I know why
You switch on my TV eye

Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel must be won

Standing all alone when it`s way too late
Love me and seal my fate
Tense and nervous can`t break in
Find me I`ll make you spin

Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel just begun

Sitting all alone gnaw mark on my face
No mohaired goon`s gonna take my place
Fueled fever that`s hard to kick
Bend me I`ve dug my ditch

Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel so alone
Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel must be won