Six Degrees of Seperation - The Methadones

The news travels fast in this town

A soap opera in a bar room to be found

The windy city rumor mill will generate

If you have guts to spill

The walls are closing in while listening to me

When enemies start posing as friends

To keep you even closer in the end

The rooms turn to black

A kitchen knife is twisting in my back

The lights turn back on

There’s no trace who’s hunting me

Within six degrees of separation

The perpetrator emerging from

The shadows of the hall

I watch the company I keep

That know nothing at all

Six degrees of separation