Death is Comin to Get Me — текст песни (Beck)

Death is comin to get you, its mighty plain to see

With a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine

Hes got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves

Suckin all the air up til theres nothin left to breathe



He dont care youre not ready he dont care if youre not dressed

You beg, he wont listen, you cant bribe him with blank checks

Cuz hes lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name

And hes comin to your house when youre watchin a football game



Well hes pullin up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight

And his eyes are goin blind and his hair is turnin white

Hes crawlin up the stairs with the can of mace

Hes breakin all the windows with your neighbors face



He sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees

He fills up the room with fashion and disease...well

He bread(? ) smashes the tv, decapitates your mom

Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn



Throws frisbees with your records pours blood on the walls

Uses your telephone to make long-distance calls

Hes laughin at your diary, hes pukin on your suits

Hes dancin on your forehead in your hikin boots



Hes crawlin up the chimney, hes fallin through the roof

He ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze

Hes coverin you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid

Hes sendin back all the bills that youve thought you paid



Hes got eveything you own out on the patio

And hes givin it away to people you dont even know

Well you dont even care, your mind has been destroyed

Youre mutilated, molested and unemployed