Death is comin to get you lyrics

Artist  : Beck 
Song : Death is comin to get you
 
[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