I met Mr. Death this morning He offered me a ride I said I think Im not quite ready yet To travel by your side Practice what you preach Then said the count of shadowlands It doesnt hurt to take a peek He grinned and grabbed my hand I sat in the leather seat Of his Chevy van The motor screamed like a pack of rats In a frying pan The headlights were shooting sparks And the tyres spinning flames Well, alrighty then He said and opened up his case [Chorus] The grim reaper played guitar His bony fingers cold and stiff The sonic thunder froze my heart As he cranked out the riff Then his song was over And he asked me not to lie I felt a bit uneasy But I dared to criticize I told him, Man, the riff is a killer But the rest is a throw-away His face looked disappointed But he said, Ah, its okay I asked him, has he shown The devil what hes got Hes written hits But lately he has not So the devils out of touch And he cannot smell a hit Cuz he has lost his mind With all that hip-hop shit [Chorus] I woke up and the van was upside down My body bleeds We must have crashed right off the road And Death could barely speak He said, Listen, you gotta take my place Im leaving office soon I said, Im sorry dude, Im kinda busy But tell you what: Ill take the tune And it goes like this... [Chorus x2] He cranked out the riff [x4]
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 23:37:52 +0000
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