Death Is Comin` To Get Me

<br>death is comin` to get you, it`s mighty plain to see<br>with a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine<br>he`s got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves<br>suckin` all the air up `til there`s nothin left to breathe<br><br>he don`t care you`re not ready he don`t care if you`re not dressed<br>you beg, he won`t listen, you can`t bribe him with blank checks<br>cuz he`s lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name<br>and he`s comin to your house when you`re watchin` a football game<br><br>well he`s pullin` up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight<br>and his eyes are goin` blind and his hair is turnin` white<br>he`s crawlin` up the stairs with the can of mace<br>he`s breakin` all the windows with your neighbor`s face<br><br>he sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees<br>he fills up the room with fashion and disease...well<br>he bread(?) smashes the tv, decapitates your mom<br>raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn<br><br>throws frisbees with your records pours blood on the walls<br>uses your telephone to make long-distance calls<br>he`s laughin` at your diary, he`s pukin` on your suits<br>he`s dancin` on your forehead in your hikin` boots<br><br>he`s crawlin` up the chimney, he`s fallin` through the roof<br>he ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze<br>he`s coverin` you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid<br>he`s sendin` back all the bills that you`ve thought you paid<br><br>he`s got eveything you own out on the patio<br>and he`s givin` it away to people you don`t even know<br>well you don`t even care, your mind has been destroyed<br>you`re mutilated, molested and unemployed