Death Looks on You

The Way Death Looks on you Words & Music by Rick Denzien Of all the mystic powers we here gathered now possess They're growing by the hour releaving all our stress - well Before the milk turns sour and the wax stops up our ears There's no time to cower now the Reapers creeping near And I really, really, really, really hate - The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU Her hair style is now quite deceased the She has a fakie smile The way her blouse is neatly creased she can stay here for a while Her eyes are closed, she sees the least no focus on the past We think she needs the village priest or one last live podcast And I really, really, really, really hate - The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU : Don't bother with your underware, though it's nice if they come clean Death can be so pretty - pretty MEAN! Whoa :[] Still you might be very stiff - from Lack of exercise, you're Feeling just a little miffed you missed your last sunrise well What's the rush? you're not that swift we're Having one more beer, one more beer Did you smell that stinking whiff? Why should have no fear? And I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really hate - The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU Don't bother with your underwear, though it's nice if they come clean Death can be so pretty - pretty MEAN! Mahogony and black my rapper hat we just got capped - death looks on you The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU MMXIX Slot One Entertainment, Inc. All rights reserved ASCAP