My Death Lyrics

My death waits like an old roue'
So confident, I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the pa*sing time

My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Are we proud for that and the pa*sing time?

My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is right
Let's not think about the pa*sing time

But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you

My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the pa*sing time

My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's think of that and the pa*sing time

My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let's think of that and the pa*sing time

For whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you

My death waits there among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the pa*sing time

My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadows, blackest shadows cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the pa*sing time

My death waits there in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my head
So pull up your sheets against the pa*sing time

But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is, Thank You