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I met Mr. Death this morning

and he offered me a ride,

I said I think I'm not quite ready

yet to travel by your side.

"Practice what you preach"

then said the Count of Shadowlands.

"It doesn't hurt to take a peak",

he grinned and grabbed my hand.

I sat in the leather seat of his

chevy van and the motor screamed

like a pack of rats in a frying pan.

The headlights were shooting sparks

and the tires spinning flames.

"Well, alrighty then!", hee said and

opened up his case.

The grim Reaper played guitar,

his bony fingers are cold and stiff

The sonic thunder froze my heart

as he cranked out the Riff.

Oh yeah, the Riff!

Then his song was over

and he asked me not to lie,

I felt a bit uneasy but I

dared to criticize.

I told him, "Man, the riff is a killer

but the rest is a throw-away".

His face looked disappointed

but he said, "Ah, it's ok!"

I asked him, has he shown the

Devil what he's got?

He has written hits but lately

he has not!

So the Devil is out of touch

and he cannot smell a hit

'cause he has lost his mind

with all that Hip-Hop shit.

The grim Reaper played guitar,

his bony fingers are cold and stiff

The sonic thunder froze my heart

as he cranked out the Riff.

Oh yeah, the Riff!

I woke up and the van

was upside down, my body bleeds.

We must have crashed right off

the road and Death could barely speak.

He said, "Listen you gotta take

my place I'm leaving office soon".

I said I'm sorry dude, I'm kinda busy

But tell you what, I'll take the tune.

And it goes like this!

The grim Reaper played guitar,

his bony fingers are cold and stiff

The sonic thunder froze my heart

as he cranked out the Riff.