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I met Mr. Death this morning

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

The motor screamed like a pack of rats

In a frying pan.

The headlights were shooting sparks

And the tyres spinning flames

"Well alrighty then"

He said and opened up his case

The grim reaper played guitar

His bony fingers 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 abit 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, as he shown

The devil what he's got

"His written hits

But lately he has not"

So the devil's out of touch

And he cannot smell a hit

"Cuz he has lost his mind

With all that hip-hop shit"

The grim reaper played guitar

His bony fingers 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 cold and stiff

The sonic thunder froze my heart

As he cranked out the Riff.

The grim reaper played guitar

His bony fingers cold and stiff

The sonic thunder froze my heart

As he cranked out the Riff.

He cranked out the Riff.

He cranked out the Riff.

He cranked out the Riff.

He cranked out the...