Six Degrees of Separation by The Methadones Lyrics

The news travels fast in this town
A soap opera in a barroom 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

Na-hah
Uh!

When enemies start posing as friends
To keep you even closer in the end

The room turns to black
A kitchen knife is twisting in my back
The lights turn back on
There's no trace who's hunting me

Hah

Within six degrees of separation
And the perpetrator emerging from the shadows of the hall
I watch the company I keep that know nothing at all
Within six degrees of separation