Lo! I have become death I don't know what comes with the title yet It's my first day on the job but I want to look my best So show me what you have in black Double extra-long and tight across the chest I need a thirty-seven inseam, twenty-two waist Double-stitched with a five inch neck
Death comes free of charge But I want to look the part Eventually everyone comes my way From the pope to the queen and everybody in between Everyone's dying to meet me
Lo! I have become death And I don't really know what that means yet Your first impressions should be your best But mine are always the last There's no need for shaking knees like that You're not on my list yet But everyone says that you're simply the best At taking grim requests
Death comes free of charge But I want to look the part Eventually everyone comes my way From the pope to the queen and everybody in between Everyone's dying to meet me
I need something simple and sensible, incomprehensible Tall, dark, and brooding and just like me It has to be timeless, bold, black, and lifeless ‘cause everyone's dying to meet me
Lo! I have become death Destroyer of worlds and collector of souls I am the great equalizer Behold and know the inevitableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.