Beck - Death Is Comin' To Get Me Lyrics
Death is comin to get you, its mighty plain to seeWith a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosineHes got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleevesSuckin all the air up til theres nothin left to breatheHe dont care youre not ready he dont care if youre not dressedYou beg, he wont listen, you cant bribe him with blank checksCuz hes lookin in the phonebook for your number and your nameAnd hes comin to your house when youre watchin a football gameWell hes pullin up the driveway with the windows rolled up tightAnd his eyes are goin blind and his hair is turnin whiteHes crawlin up the stairs with the can of maceHes breakin all the windows with your neighbors faceHe sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your kneesHe fills up the room with fashion and disease...wellHe bread(? ) smashes the tv, decapitates your momRaids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawnThrows frisbees with your records pours blood on the wallsUses your telephone to make long-distance callsHes laughin at your diary, hes pukin on your suitsHes dancin on your forehead in your hikin bootsHes crawlin up the chimney, hes fallin through the roofHe ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and boozeHes coverin you with bacon and fills your mouth with raidHes sendin back all the bills that youve thought you paidHes got eveything you own out on the patioAnd hes givin it away to people you dont even knowWell you dont even care, your mind has been destroyedYoure mutilated, molested and unemployed
