I met Mr. Death this morning
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He offered me a ride
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I said I think I'm not quite ready yet
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To travel by your side
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"Practice what you preach"
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Then said the count of shadowlands
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"It doesn't hurt to take a peek"
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He grinned and grabbed my hand
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I sat in the leather seat
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Of his Chevy van
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The motor screamed like a pack of rats
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In a frying pan
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The headlights were shooting sparks
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And the tyres spinning flames
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"Well, alrighty then"
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He said and opened up his case
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[Chorus]
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The grim reaper played guitar
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His bony fingers cold and stiff
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The sonic thunder froze my heart
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As he cranked out the riff
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Then his song was over
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And he asked me not to lie
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I felt a bit uneasy
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But I dared to criticize
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I told him, "Man, the riff is a killer
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But the rest is a throw-away"
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His face looked disappointed
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But he said, "Ah, it's okay"
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I asked him, has he shown
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The devil what he's got
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"He's written hits
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But lately he has not"
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So the devil's out of touch
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And he cannot smell a hit
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"Cuz he has lost his mind
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With all that hip-hop shit"
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[Chorus]
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I woke up and the van was upside down
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My body bleeds
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We must have crashed right off the road
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And Death could barely speak
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He said, "Listen, you gotta take my place
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I'm leaving office soon"
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I said, "I'm sorry dude, I'm kinda busy
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But tell you what: I'll take the tune"
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And it goes like this...
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[Chorus x2]
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He cranked out the riff [x4]
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The Riff
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| Lordi |
