| Song | Six Feet Under |
| Artist | The Showdown |
| Album | Temptation Come My Way |
| Ow, 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 son’s brought home again | |
| Our heart beats still we’re six feet under | |
| Nobody knows the trouble we’ve been | |
| Or if well 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 son’s brought home again | |
| Our heart beats 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 son’s brought home again | |
| Our heart beats still we’re six feet under | |
| We’re mice and men | |
| Six feet under | |
| The bastard son’s brought home again | |
| Six feet under oh |
| Ow, 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 son' s brought home again | |
| Our heart beats still we' re six feet under | |
| Nobody knows the trouble we' ve been | |
| Or if well 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 son' s brought home again | |
| Our heart beats 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 son' s brought home again | |
| Our heart beats still we' re six feet under | |
| We' re mice and men | |
| Six feet under | |
| The bastard son' s brought home again | |
| Six feet under oh |