Death Is Comin' To Get Me Lyrics - Beck

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 

'cause 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 

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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 

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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 

You're mutilated, molested and unemployed