My Death

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