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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DAMIEN O'NEILL