Beck - 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
`cause 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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