Six Degrees of Separation
Dan Vapid
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