How i corrupted Death

How I corrupted Death

You come for me on all hallows eve
You think that's funny, a sickly tease?
A hooded cape, you're joking right?
That sure is one ugly sight

Man that silly grin is really bugging me
Have you never heard of fluoride therapy?
What the hell is with that big ass scythe?
You better watch out or you'll put out someone's eye

Man you have to change your dress code
That hooded cloak thing is getting old
How about a nice leather jacket to get you started?
Some Levi's and Bike boots, man those feet are long departed

Put away that scythe, you're looking like a fool here
Why don't you take this switchblade, its way more cooler
Those bony hands man, chicks don't dig that jive
These biker gloves will make you look alive

Now come on man we're almost there
That ugly mug will make people stare
Put on this helmet and these shades
Try this bandana for those bug filled days

Here's my old mates hog, you'll be needing a ride
He won't need it no more, since the last time you were at his side
Now he's our sergeant at arms, and still rides with my crew
But man the death toll on the roads, I'm not sure what to do

He hates cars and won't leave them alone
He rides his big hog as if it's a throne
Dealing out punishment here and there
Bloody accidents and heart attacks, everywhere

So that's how I avoided my untimely demise
Now he just looks at me with admiring eyes
Though two of my crew laughed in his face and met their end
We all call him Grim, our very best friend

Grant Gilbert