Death is coming to get you
It's mighty plain to see
With a handful of cocaine
And a long white limousine
With diamonds on his fingers
And his knives up his sleeve
Sucking up the oxygen
Till there's nothing left to breathe
He's coming with a banjo
That ain't got no strings
Taserguns and vitamins
And plastic tambourines
He don't care if you're not ready
He don't care if you're not dressed
You can beg, he won't listen
You can't bribe him with blank checks
'Cause he's coming with sunglasses
Wrapped around his skull
Brass-plated knuckles
And a bulletproof soul
His bodyguards are ugly
And his slaves are all weak
His wife's got the heads of
Roasted pigs on their feet
His children are all naked
With broken arms and legs
His parents are covered
With dried and rotten eggs
He's looking in the phone book
For your number and your name
And he's coming to your house
While you're watching the game
He's coming up the driveway
With the windows rolled up tight
And his eyes are all frozen
And his hair is turning white
He's creeping up the stairs
With a can of mace
He's breaking all the windows
With your neighbor's face
Your clothes burst into flames
As you fall to your knees
He's filling up the room
With jesters and disease
Well, he breaks all your records
Decapitates your mom
Raids the refrigerator
Throws vermin on the lawn
Smashes the TV
Pours blood on the walls
Uses your own telephone
To make long distance calls
He's laughing at your diary
He's puking on your suits
He's dancing on your forehead
In your hiking boots
He's crawling up the chimney
He's falling through the roof
He'll tie you up with snakes
Take your drugs and booze
He's got your little Sister
Hanging by a braid
He covers you with bacon
And fills your mouth with Raid
He's got everything you own
Out on the patio
And he's giving it away
To people you don't know
But you don't even care
Your mind has been destroyed
You're mutilated, deformed
And unemployed