Tue Jun 19, 2007 12:49 pm
In the great book of John,
You've been told of the day
When your body must lie
Beneath the cold clay
The Angel of Death
Will come down from the sky
To claim you for his own
When it's your turn to die.
When the Angel of Death
Comes a lookin for you
Can you honestly say
That you have been true
For you must go away
All by yourself
God just sent down
The Angel of Death
When the lights all go dim
And the dark shadows creep
And the ones that love you
Are all gathered to weep
Can you honestly say
With your dying breath
That you're ready to meet
The Angel of Death
I'd shoot back great belly crippling buckets of beer