Lordi - The Riff lyrics
[Lordi - The Riff lyrics]
I met Mr death this morning
He offered me a ride
I said: "I think I'm not quite ready yet"
To travel by your side
"Practice what you preach"
Then said the count of shadowlands
"It doesn't hurt to take a peek"
He grinned and grabbed my hand
I sat in the leather seat of his Chevy van
The motor screamed like a pack of rats
In a frying pan
The headlights where shooting sparks
And the tires spinning flames
Well, allrighty then
He said and opened up his case
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff!
Oh yeah, the riff
Then his song was over
And he asked me not to lie
I felt a bit uneasy but I dared to criticize
I told him: "Man, the riff is a killer
But the rest is a throw-away"
His face looked disappointed
But he said: "Ah, it's ok"
I asked him, has he shown
The devil what he's got he's written hit's
But lately he has not
So the devil's out of touch
And he cannot smell a hit
'Cause he has lost his mind
With all that Hip-Hop shit
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff!
Oh yeah, the riff
I woke up and the van was upside down
My body bleeds
We must have crashed right off the road
And Death could barely speak
He said: "Listen you gotta take my place
I'm leaving office soon"
I said: "I'm sorry dude, I'm kinda busy
But tell you what: I'll take the tune"
And it goes like this
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff!
He cranked out the riff
He cranked out the riff
He cranked out the riff he cranked out the
He offered me a ride
I said: "I think I'm not quite ready yet"
To travel by your side
"Practice what you preach"
Then said the count of shadowlands
"It doesn't hurt to take a peek"
He grinned and grabbed my hand
I sat in the leather seat of his Chevy van
The motor screamed like a pack of rats
In a frying pan
The headlights where shooting sparks
And the tires spinning flames
Well, allrighty then
He said and opened up his case
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff!
Oh yeah, the riff
Then his song was over
And he asked me not to lie
I felt a bit uneasy but I dared to criticize
I told him: "Man, the riff is a killer
But the rest is a throw-away"
His face looked disappointed
But he said: "Ah, it's ok"
I asked him, has he shown
The devil what he's got he's written hit's
But lately he has not
So the devil's out of touch
And he cannot smell a hit
'Cause he has lost his mind
With all that Hip-Hop shit
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff!
Oh yeah, the riff
I woke up and the van was upside down
My body bleeds
We must have crashed right off the road
And Death could barely speak
He said: "Listen you gotta take my place
I'm leaving office soon"
I said: "I'm sorry dude, I'm kinda busy
But tell you what: I'll take the tune"
And it goes like this
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff!
He cranked out the riff
He cranked out the riff
He cranked out the riff he cranked out the