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Death Is Comin To Get Me lyrics
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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