6am

Twenty-fourth hour, he tries his life
A cigarette and bottle on stand-by
6 AM and the boy ain't right
6 AM and the boy ain't right
Too late for the girlfriend
To step in and pretend that she's different
He don't want that fight
All the pretty things she says
Well, they don't sound pretty tonight
It's 6 AM and the boy ain't right

Poor young man, you know not what you've done
You've tied yourself to love
And I had warned you 'bout that gun
And as a whole it sounds like fun
But little holes in everyone
6 AM and the blood runs
Cold through mama's son
It's too late for the sentiment
The family and the friends to step in
Well, he don't want that fight
All the advice that they offer
Don't sit well with him tonight
6 AM and the boy ain't right
6 AM and the boy ain't right