Death is Coming

She got herself a wooden leg
Found herself an impediment
She got a host of turncoat friends
Who exhibit all the right sentiments

She started feeling affectionate
For the man at the end of the bed
Cause what he promises is heaven sent
And he's coming to fix her predicament

She goes on and on
She's coming undone
She wants to give up
But she keeps on running

And death is coming [x4]

Well he's been waiting for three long years
Taking up residence inside her fears
Like a fifty block tenement of uncried tears
Like a fifty block tenement of uncried tears

She goes on and on
She's coming undone
She wants to give up
But she keeps on running

She goes on and on
She's coming undone
She wants to give up
But she keeps on running

And death is coming [x4]