I met Mr. Death this morning, he offered me a ride. I said I think I'm not quite ready yet to travel by your side "Practice what you preach" then said the count of shadowlands. "It doesn't hurt to take a peek" he grinned and grabbed my hand.
I sat in the leather seat - of his Chevy van. the motor screamed like a pack of rats in a frying pan.
The headlights were shooting sparks - and the tyres spinning flames "Well, allrighty then" - he said and opened up his case
The grim reaper played guitar - his bony fingers cold and stiff the sonic thunder froze my heart - as he cranked out the riff
And then his song was over, and he asked me not to lie I felt a bit uneasy but I dared to criticize, I told him "Man, the riff is a killer but the rest is a throw-away" His face looked disappointed but he said, "Ah... it's ok"
I asked him - has he shown - the devil what he's got, "He's written hits, but lately he has not"
So the devil's outta touch and he can not smell a hit "Cuz he has lost his mind - with all that hip hop shit"
The grim reaper played guitar - his bony fingers cold and stiff the sonic thunder froze my heart - as he cranked out the riff
I woke up and the van was upside down, my body bleeds. We must have crashed right off the road and Death could barely speak He said "Listen you gotta take my place, I'm leaving office soon" I said "I'm sorry dude, I'm kinda busy... but tell you what: I'll take the tune"
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