Songtext Death is comin to get me (kcrw version) Beck

Death is comin to get me (kcrw version)

Death is coming to get you, it's mighty plain to see,
With a hand full of cocaine and a long white limousine,He's got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves,
Sucking all the air up til there's nothing left to breathe,
He don't care you're not ready, he don't care if you're not dressed,
You beg, he won't listen, you can't bribe him with blank checks,'Cause he's looking in the phonebook for your number and your name,
And he's coming to your house when you're watching a football game,
Well he's pulling up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight,
And his eyes are going blind and his hair is turning white,He's crawling up the stairs with the can of mace,He's breaking all the windows with your neighbor's face,
He sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees,
He fills up the room with fashion and disease,Well,
He breaks- smashes the tv, decapitates your mom,
Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn,
Throws frisbees in your records, pours blood on the walls,
Uses your telephone to make long-distance calls,He's laughing at your diary, he's puking on your suits,He's dancing on your forehead in your hiking boots,He's crawling up the chimney, he's falling through the roof,
He ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze,He's covering you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid,He's sending back all the bills that you've thought you paid,He's got eveything you own out on the patio,
And he's givin it away to people you don't even know,
Well you don't even care, your mind has been destroyed,You're mutilated, molested and unemployed.