When it’s your time/ Death
Verse
I think death is a tall dark stranger
With a beard and hairy arms.
He walks with the aid of a cane;
Has a big black dog as his guard.
He carries a bag with life’s secret
He stole from a sacred cave.
A spirit rose up to heaven
When he rolled the large stone away.
Chorus
Good deeds aren’t going to save you.
Money is a waste of time.
You can be a pious man
You can live a life of crime.
Death doesn’t discriminate
He takes you when it’s your time.
Verse
Beneath his cape there is a scabbard
With a sword that’s served him well.
He’s come collecting some taxes
That the devil is owed in hell.
As he whistles the trees start moaning.
They bow to him in respect.
He doesn’t want gold or silver
It’s you that he’s come to get.
Chorus
Good deeds aren’t going to save you.
Money is a waste of time.
You can be a pious man
You can live a life of crime.
Death doesn’t discriminate
He takes you when it’s your time.
Verse
He likes long walks at night in the park.
His shadow’s a passing cloud.
Sometimes he leaves his cape behind
To serve as a funeral shroud.
There’s a chance that you might have met him.
Maybe even shook his hand.
It probably wasn’t your time
Cuz the hourglass still had sand.
Tag
Death doesn’t discriminate
He takes you when it’s your time.

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