Lyrics

Mr. Death
copyright 2005 by Bobby Lightfoot/boatsongs/BMI/all rights reserved

Mr. Death is waiting at the end of my street
With a long cigarette and a necklace of teeth
And I'm floating beneath the trees
With the full moon weeping

Mr. Death is standing by the door of my car
With a Halloween grin and a head in a jar
And his eyes are like two black coals
And the red sky's falling...

And I don't want to go...
I don't want to go alone
But I can't stop myself from dying...

Mr. Death is sitting on the stairs of my house
And I won't let him in and he's calling me out
And his voice is like dry dead leaves when he says my name...

Old Mr. Death and his Lady Macbeth
Have been fighting for who gets to reach into my chest
And it's rock paper scissors beneath the October sky...

And I don't want to go...
I don't want to go alone
But I can't stop myself from dying...