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.