The Tiger Lillies - Grim Reaper lyrics
[The Tiger Lillies - Grim Reaper lyrics]
Well I know it doesn't matter if
You're honest or you're fake
And that the grim reaper for
Each of us does wait
I know that stupid people are
The happiest by far
For sensitive intelligent read battered
Bruised and scarred
But theres something rather pleasing
Equality it wait's
Because in the end we're all food
On the grim reapers plate
There are many little stories
And dramas we enact
We're all obsessed with our own
Each action and each fact
Oh to self obsession each one is a whore
But a little self respect sometimes
Back we can draw
But theres something rather pleasing
Equality it wait's
Because in the end we're all food
On the grim reapers plate
Each night upon millions the
Grim reaper does feast
All those sel obsessed souls
Self obsession has ceased
Morality is something used to
Keep the rich rich
If you are excluded you're a
Thief a pimp a bitch
So my mothe she was right I
Have reached my happy end
My life is like a library book
I no longer need to lend
I'm going to shoot my stepmother
Then I'll shoot myself
Then this library book can gather
Dust upon a shelf
But theres something rather pleasing
Equality it wait's
Because in the end we're all food
On the grim reapers plate
You're honest or you're fake
And that the grim reaper for
Each of us does wait
I know that stupid people are
The happiest by far
For sensitive intelligent read battered
Bruised and scarred
But theres something rather pleasing
Equality it wait's
Because in the end we're all food
On the grim reapers plate
There are many little stories
And dramas we enact
We're all obsessed with our own
Each action and each fact
Oh to self obsession each one is a whore
But a little self respect sometimes
Back we can draw
But theres something rather pleasing
Equality it wait's
Because in the end we're all food
On the grim reapers plate
Each night upon millions the
Grim reaper does feast
All those sel obsessed souls
Self obsession has ceased
Morality is something used to
Keep the rich rich
If you are excluded you're a
Thief a pimp a bitch
So my mothe she was right I
Have reached my happy end
My life is like a library book
I no longer need to lend
I'm going to shoot my stepmother
Then I'll shoot myself
Then this library book can gather
Dust upon a shelf
But theres something rather pleasing
Equality it wait's
Because in the end we're all food
On the grim reapers plate