HE walks with his long coat dragging on the ground Spending his life, all around town Darken by the monnlight, Sending up a speech The collecter, the doctor, the nurse its on reach! Don't call him death.. He knows the dangers of meth You know that he was there When your family was buried with care! Don't ask Don't ask He there to collect his dues Don't ask Don't ask Cause he might be after you! Stirring up his mind. Looking for something to find Never fully done Till the death of the sun. Pitch dark dressed in black Carrying his collections in a sack. if you are hiding forever Hes gonna getcha! GETCHA GETCHa Hes gonna GEtcha! NEver turn your back With the man dressed in black,,,,,,,Birth sign: Not entered
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