Six Feet Under
The Showdown Lyrics


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We are your shield, the line in the sand
We take your bullets and we make your stand
A scattershot payment
For each and every sin

Through storms of lead
We’ve screamed and bled
'Don’t tread on me' she said.
We’re all unclean
From all I’ve seen
Oh God wash this from my dreams!
We’re mice and men and might-have-beens
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The bastard sons brought home again
Our heartbeats still we’re six feet under

Nobody knows the trouble we’ve been
Or if we'll ever get back again
A scattershot prayer
'God save us' and Amen

Through storms of lead
We’ve screamed and bled
'Don’t tread on me' she said.
We’re all unclean
From all I’ve seen
Oh God wash this from my dreams!
We’re mice and men and might-have-beens
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The bastard sons brought home again
Our heartbeats still we’re six feet under

Through storms of lead
We’ve screamed and bled
'Don’t tread on me' she said.
We’re all unclean
From all I’ve seen
Oh God wash this from my dreams!
We’re mice and men and might-have-beens
Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
The bastard sons brought home again
Our heartbeats still we’re six feet under

Mice and men
Six feet under




The bastard sons brought home again
Six feet under

Overall Meaning

The Showdown's song Six Feet Under is a powerful testament to the toll that war takes on those who fight it. The lyrics depict soldiers as the defenders of society, standing as a shield between danger and the vulnerable. They are the ones who take the bullets and make the stand, paying the price for the sins of others. The phrase "scattershot payment" highlights the randomness of the danger they face, taking on the burden of entire communities.


The repeated phrase "through storms of lead, we've screamed and bled" drives home the point that war is violent and brutal, leaving deep emotional and physical scars. The singer implores God to wash these horrors from their dreams, as they are unable to escape the trauma they have witnessed. The imagery of "mice and men and might-have-beens" shows how soldiers can be both small and powerless, yet have the potential for greatness. Despite their bravery and sacrifice, they are often forgotten and left six feet under.


The chorus emphasizes the idea of soldiers being the "bastard sons brought home again, our heartbeats still we're six feet under." It is a reference to the common notion that soldiers come from a disenfranchised segment of society, and often return home to similar circumstances. The final line of the song drives home the fact that although they may be gone, the sacrifice made by these soldiers remains with us.


Line by Line Meaning

We are your shield, the line in the sand
We protect you and defend you, creating a boundary that we will not let be crossed.


We take your bullets and we make your stand
We endure the attacks and violence that are directed at you, while standing steadfast in our beliefs.


A scattershot payment For each and every sin
We suffer the consequences, the random and chaotic pains, that come with the mistakes and wrongdoings of others.


Through storms of lead We’ve screamed and bled 'Don’t tread on me' she said.
We have endured the intense and relentless barrage of bullets and violence, fighting back with all our strength and courage, never giving up or giving in.


We’re all unclean From all I’ve seen Oh God wash this from my dreams!
We are all tainted and corrupted by the violence and brutality that we have witnessed and experienced, and we pray for healing and purification.


We’re mice and men and might-have-beens Our heavy hearts beating like thunder
We are a mixture of the weak and the strong, the successes and the failures, but all of us are deeply affected and burdened by the pain and trauma we have faced.


The bastard sons brought home again Our heartbeats still we’re six feet under
We are the unwanted and rejected, the ones who have been sacrificed and abandoned, and even though we survive, we still feel the weight of our struggles and traumas.




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