Death come a knockin' on my cellar door
Leave me be,go away and don't come back no more
I ain't goin' wit' ya,I ain't leavin' here and
I don't want ya tryin' ta fill me wit' fear
Don't bother callin',don't call me by name
Don't expect me ta come play yer damned game
I ain't ready fer preachers er no stoppin' clocks
I ain't ready fer graveworms er writtin' on rocks
I ain't ready ta meet the almighty creator
I ain't goin' ta no devil in no damned cremator
Ya ain't takin' me anywheres I don't wanna be
So yas best be movin' on and stays ta hell aways from me
Death come a knockin' on my cellar door and
I ain't around no more!!!
Categories:
cremator, death, imagination, mystery, me,
Form: Rhyme