SIX FEET OF FOG
Never shows his face
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- G# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 14.4s
- length
- 2:09
- language
- En
lyrics
(cowbell, cowbell) (SVN... SVN...) Gas station glow at 3 a.m. I count my sins and pocket them The clerk won't look me in the eye Smart man — you don't ask my kind why (don't ask, don't ask) I ride through six feet of fog Six feet of fog, six feet of fog Brakes cut out, I still won't stop I ride through six feet of fog (skrrt) (fog... fog...) Cracked windshield spiders in the cold My chain is fake, my nerve is gold They talk that talk on borrowed time I collect debts like nursery rhymes (pay up, pay up) (tape rewinds) They pray for dawn, I am the dusk Chrome on my tongue, rust on my trust (rust... rust...) I ride through six feet of fog Six feet of fog, six feet of fog Brakes cut out, I still won't stop I ride through six feet of fog (fog... fog...) (f-f-fog... f-fog...) (the cowbell dies alone)
