Six Feet Under: The Grave's A View

Lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, check it. You're on Memorial Drive.
See that sign? Yeah, that one.
They're not exactly subtle about the joke.

[Verse 1]
The stairs are packed, every table's loud.
Bartender's pouring for the thirsty crowd.
Got a fried shrimp basket, a dozen on the half shell.
The whole city's here, far as I can tell.
Opened up in two thousand and seven, they knew the score.
Set up shop right by death's front door.

[Chorus]
Got my beer, got my plate, it's a perfect date.
Up here on the roof, we're tempting fate.
A little salt, a little lime, we're doing fine.
Best seats in the house, right on the property line.
'Cause at Six Feet Under, the grave's a view.

[Verse 2]
The sun goes down, paints the angels gold.
The stories over there are getting old.
But we're just getting started, the string lights glow.
You can hear a ghost tour guide in the street below.
He's whispering 'bout hauntings and ancient bones.
We're just passing the hot sauce and checking our phones.

[Chorus]
Got my beer, got my plate, it's a perfect date.
Up here on the roof, we're tempting fate.
A little salt, a little lime, we're doing fine.
Best seats in the house, right on the property line.
'Cause at Six Feet Under, the grave's a view.

[Bridge]
Our neighbors are quiet, they never complain.
Not about the music, not about the rain.
They don't ask for much, just to lie in state.
While we're ordering oysters and sealing our fate.
A toast to the departed...
... and the recently started.

[Outro]
Yeah, the grave's a view.
Who knew?
Another round? You know it.
Pass the cocktail sauce.