Beck - Death is Comin to Get You lyrics

[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

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

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