6 Foot Lyrics

("...without you changing or doing anything differently

I can now see you as a complex physical-chemical system")

I was nearly six foot under before I made my teens

So I'm living my life purposefully

We'll all be six foot under one day, so follow my lead:

Live for each moment, breathe

Feel the 2OUCH of the breeze on your body

Please before it's six foot under

Are you feeling me? Or does moving imagery need to be seen

Up on a sixty-six foot screen to tell the stories the boys need

Yeah I'm leading man, as I stand six foot three

I may as well be the man I was meant to be and lead

Before they fill me with lead, I'm gonna make bread

Leave it to my fam when I'm dead, I will

Don't come from wealth, so I can't chill

Taxman knocking, I gotta make bills

Two things in life are guaranteed: death is nasty, HMRC

I'm pretty Mr. Darcy, Colin Firth schooled in Eastleigh

Out the city wasn't easy, call it first I'll make it fastly

Got to Oxford like Oscar, now I'm after an Oscar

Wild and free, #SavvyIndie, I played Algy but being Earnest:

Underdressed and state-educated, Misterunderrated

I'll Pirate beats 'til I make it, like Reggie: director-famous

Polar Express I'll Conduct ya, VVarner Bro so I'm up in

In Hollywood getting shot in a Cafe, cracking a brewski

Pandit's pens at the ready: "Poachy mu ti Ruski?"

I played a Frenchman, played The Dane

So I'll play this game, then get back to my lane

That's where I'm laying these tracks from where I came

Eastleigh boy from back in the day

My autobiography, this is my Self-portrait

In case I'm six foot under before hitting my 30s

A record of some body nearly gone

Six foot under while still only a tween

'Cos of a mistake by a Pharma company I'm over

Six foot now I wonder about the man I'm gonna be

And yeah I wondered about swerving the vaccine

But life's too precious not to trust that history ain't on repeat

We'll all be six foot under, let's delay it at least

I'll be playing the Beast on your theatre screen

While you're eating up M&Ms, may I have your attention please?

I'd rather avoid the drama of LAMDA classes

Posh boys talk Greek out their arses about white-privilege

They're classist, us smalltown boys had it hard

But who knows who's life's the hardest?

All I know England's a money game, Karl me a Marxist

It's a shame we need martyrs to care about looking after

Those who look after our Care

Homes try wipe your Granddads arses

Can ministers act on questions begging for answers:

How can men be The Rock, while modern life is a hard place?

How can smalltowns compete in a global marketplace?

And why are real innovators getting stuck in red-tape?

Or if you just wanna fake it, join me acting on the screen

You can cry here all you like, art is pure humanity

So leave your ideology, killing joy don't entertain

Vote for whoever works so the rest of us can play

Until we're six foot under, while the-powers-that-be

Try scare us with the prospect of that mortality like:

"Stay six foot from one another, don't 2OUCH" like leprosy

While they're tonguing their colleagues and contracting all the sleaze

Let the Palace slip under, refresh democracy

With young people who can act off-screen

Before we're six foot under a global catastrophe

I take screens lightly, but real-life with gravity

Beastly