Lyrics:
like Mr. Grim Reaper (Mr. Grim Reaper)
I do not mean to disturb your time (your time)
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?" (Family)
You
I come from the ashes of molten hatred
Raised by the demons in abodes of the end
The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path
Wrecked by
the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instant
The reaper, the reaper
Is coming to keep you
But not as your foe, as a friend
To guide you peacefully to the end
When I stare at trees
Or simply
a shadow much darker than the valley of death
When you fear the reaper night not come today
The line 'em up in Laz-E-Boys out in the sunroom
The TV keeps
a face for a reaper to fear
You'll never even see her coming
With a face for a reaper to fear
Stabitha Christie has her choice in victims
(Her choice in
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
I've got a case of cold shoulder
Grim Reaper on my back
We're playin' cloak and dagger
I've gotta shake him off my track
A blind
I've got the reaper by my side
And I'm walking down the line
He's been clouding up my mind
And I'm walking on my own
Got the reaper next to me
And he's
Smokin' like the reaper
Don't miss me in
Demonize your headache
Take it in your ribcage
Take a blast in your spine
Guess you're superb
She
of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
it's a fucking disease
I'm alive by the skin of my
Woo-ooh, woo-ooh
The reaper knocks on my door
'Cause I'm addicted to more
I don't need you
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come
Under the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in
Words and music by roddy frame
Now you're back in my arms again
Let your heart be rearranged
While you were sleeping the reaper's been reaping
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come
you want
Then you leave when you're done
Pretty face with two sides
So what's it gonna be tonight?
I'm in my house in the Hills with the Reaper
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain... we can be like they are
Come
I'm controlling your mind
I have the feeling of being in a sorry sack of bones
The sky is falling, the dark is so cold
The grim reaper is walking us
done spread around the world
Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Straight spoon your living room
the Master's bouquet
Let us be faithful till life's work is done
Blooming with love 'til the reaper has come
Then we'll be gathered together someday
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come
all our times have come!
here but now they're gone
seasons don't fear the reaper
nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
we can be like they are
come
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