Death Looks on You

The Way Death Looks on you
Words & Music by Rick Denzien

Of all the mystic powers we here
gathered now posess 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

Chorus:
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

Chorus 2:
And I really, really, really, really hate - The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU

Bridge:
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?

Chorus 3:
And I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really hate -
The way DEATH LOOKS ON YOU DEATH LOOKS ON YOU

Bridge 2:
Don't bother with your underware, though it's nice if they come clean
Death can be so pretty - pretty MEAN!

Mahogonly 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

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