Grim's The Reaper
Simon Reed & Patrick Cannell © 2009
The days are coming, thicker, faster.
Am I servant? Am I master?
Can't we see the darkness coming?
Ready for the second slumming.
The days are coming, thicker, faster.
Am I servant? Am I master?
The joys of life are bound to addict you.
The landlord will come to evict you.
Leave it all behind and climb aboard the horse and cart.
She doesn't have to take this bile,
She has the right to find us vile.
Let's talk about a different ending,
Wills for writing, wills for bending.
Doesn't have to take this bile,
She has the right to find us vile.
Grim's the reaper, brims with pleasure,
Death's for you and death's for leisure.
Make a pact and stem the terror,
Don't look back or that's your error.
Grim's the reaper, brims with pleasure,
Death's for you and death's for leisure.
The joys of life are bound to addict you.
The landlord will come to evict you.
Leave it all behind and climb aboard the horse and cart.
