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Lyric Death Is Comin To Get Me


death is comin to get you, it s mighty plain to see
with a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine
he s got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves
suckin all the air up til there s nothin left to breathe

he don t care you re not ready he don t care if you re not dressed
you beg, he won t listen, you can t bribe him with blank checks
cuz he s lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name
and he s comin to your house when you re watchin a football game

well he s pullin up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight
and his eyes are goin blind and his hair is turnin white
he s crawlin up the stairs with the can of mace
he s breakin all the windows with your neighbor s face

he sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees
he fills up the room with fashion and disease...well
he bread(?) smashes the tv, decapitates your mom
raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn

throws frisbees with your records pours blood on the walls
uses your telephone to make long-distance calls
he s laughin at your diary, he s pukin on your suits
he s dancin on your forehead in your hikin boots

he s crawlin up the chimney, he s fallin through the roof
he ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze
he s coverin you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
he s sendin back all the bills that you ve thought you paid

he s got eveything you own out on the patio
and he s givin it away to people you don t even know
well you don t even care, your mind has been destroyed
you re mutilated, molested and unemployed
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