24th hour he tries his life A cigarette and bottle on stand-by 6am the boy ain't right 6am the boy ain't right Too late for the girlfriend To step in and pretend she's different He don't want that fight Of all the pretty things she says, well they don't sound pretty tonight 6am and the boy ain't right Poor young man you know not what you've done You've tied yourself to love and I have warned you about that gun As a whole it sounds like fun but little holes in everyone 6am and the blood runs cold through mama's son It's too late for the sentiment The family, and the friends to step in Well he don't want that fight Of all the advice that they offer don't sit well with him tonight 6am and the boy ain't right 6am and the boy ain't right