Death Is Coming To Get You

Death is coming to get you

It's mighty plain to see

With a handful of cocaine

And a long white limousine

With diamonds on his fingers

And his knives up his sleeve

Sucking up the oxygen

Till there's nothing left to breathe

He's coming with a banjo

That ain't got no strings

Taserguns and vitamins

And plastic tambourines

He don't care if you're not ready

He don't care if you're not dressed

You can beg, he won't listen

You can't bribe him with blank checks

'Cause he's coming with sunglasses

Wrapped around his skull

Brass-plated knuckles

And a bulletproof soul

His bodyguards are ugly

And his slaves are all weak

His wife's got the heads of

Roasted pigs on their feet

His children are all naked

With broken arms and legs

His parents are covered

With dried and rotten eggs

He's looking in the phone book

For your number and your name

And he's coming to your house

While you're watching the game

He's coming up the driveway

With the windows rolled up tight

And his eyes are all frozen

And his hair is turning white

He's creeping up the stairs

With a can of mace

He's breaking all the windows

With your neighbor's face

Your clothes burst into flames

As you fall to your knees

He's filling up the room

With jesters and disease

Well, he breaks all your records

Decapitates your mom

Raids the refrigerator

Throws vermin on the lawn

Smashes the TV

Pours blood on the walls

Uses your own telephone

To make long distance calls

He's laughing at your diary

He's puking on your suits

He's dancing on your forehead

In your hiking boots

He's crawling up the chimney

He's falling through the roof

He'll tie you up with snakes

Take your drugs and booze

He's got your little Sister

Hanging by a braid

He covers you with bacon

And fills your mouth with Raid

He's got everything you own

Out on the patio

And he's giving it away

To people you don't know

But you don't even care

Your mind has been destroyed

You're mutilated, deformed

And unemployed