Death is comin to get you, its mighty plain to see
With a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine
Hes got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves
Suckin all the air up til theres nothin left to breathe

He dont care youre not ready he dont care if youre not dressed
You beg, he wont listen, you cant bribe him with blank checks
Cuz hes lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name
And hes comin to your house when youre watchin a football game

Well hes pullin up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight
And his eyes are goin blind and his hair is turnin white
Hes crawlin up the stairs with the can of mace
Hes breakin all the windows with your neighbors 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
Hes laughin at your diary, hes pukin on your suits
Hes dancin on your forehead in your hikin boots

Hes crawlin up the chimney, hes fallin through the roof
He ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze
Hes coverin you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
Hes sendin back all the bills that youve thought you paid

Hes got eveything you own out on the patio
And hes givin it away to people you dont even know
Well you dont even care, your mind has been destroyed
Youre mutilated, molested and unemployed