Mr. Death

A killer's on the loose You can see his face on the news Looking so amused Tying his hangman's noose He doesn't discriminate No attributes that relate Mere chance decides your fate Puts you in a paranoid state Mr. Death is on his way So go on run, run far away Trample those who choose to stay He would have got them anyway Stockpile your food and guns Man, armageddon sure is fun He won't stop killing 'till he's done Mr. Death's rampage has begun Some may pray for peace Petition their deities Yet killing doesn't cease No god can stop this beast Some worship ignorance Label it coincidence Ignore authorities since "I know I'm invincible" Mr. Death is on his way So go on run, run far away Trample those who choose to stay He would have got them anyway Stockpile your food and guns Man, armageddon sure is fun He won't stop killing 'till he's done Mr. Death's rampage has begun Mr. Death is on his way So go on run, run far away Trample those who choose to stay He would have got them anyway Stockpile your food and guns Man, armageddon sure is fun He won't stop killing 'till he's done Mr. Death's rampage has begun