The Riff

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 peek

He grinned and grabbed my hand

I sad in the leather seat of his Chevy van

The motor screamed like a pack of rats

In a frying pan

The headlights where shooting sparks

And the tyres spinning flames

Well, allrighty 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 a bit uneasy

But I dare 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's 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 varely speak

He said, Listen you'd gottas 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