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Beck

Genres: Rock

Death Is Comin To Get You Lyrics - Beck

[a voice that sounds like darth vader: 

Eternal nothingness. i offer myself so that you might 

Cast your inscrutable dear silence upon me. o monstrous 

Hall, symbol of the greater glory of absence, darkness and 

Mystery beyond the realm of human thought. let me ask 

For your grace and forgiveness in the knowledge that i 

Shall serve you all the days of my meaningless life.] 

 

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 up his sleeves 

Well he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name 

And he's comin to your house while you're watchin' a football game 

Well he's pullin' up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight 

And the eyes goin' blind and your hair is turnin' white 

 

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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's filling up the room with the jesters (?) and disease... well 

He smashes the tv, decapitates your mom 

Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn 

Plays 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 climbin' up the chimney, he's fallin' through the roof 

He ties you up with snakes, takes your drugs and booze 

He's coverin' you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid 

 

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He's sendin' back all the bills that you've paid 

He covers you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid 

He's got everything you own out on the patio 

And he's givin' it away to people you don't know 

Well you don't even care, your mind has been destroyed 

And this is kind of a stupid song you write when you're unemployed 

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