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Death Video (MV)




Performed By: The Boatswains
Length: 4:21
Written by: Richard Ayers




The Boatswains - Death Lyrics




I might drink a bottle of brew
Tell you what I think of your family and you
Take off on my bike in the middle of the night
In the wind and the rain too
In the wind and the rain too

I'll take my chances with a poisonous snake
I got hurt once stepping on a garden rake
Ate a bad salami and I surfed a tsunami
And I treaded in its wake
Almost drowned in its wake

My death pays dividends
I'm worth more dead than I'll ever be alive
My death pays dividends
MasterCard won't leave and death won't arrive
Death won't arrive

The waitress said that she spit in my food
Said it was because I was actin' rude
Mr. T said look what happened to me
And he called your mom a dude
Your mom looks like a dude

My death pays dividends
I'm worth more dead than I'll ever be alive
My death pays dividends
MasterCard won't leave and death won't arrive
Death won't arrive

Death is so smug
He only shows up when he's not welcome
He won't hang out or play darts or watch TV with you
And when he does show up it's all business
No joking around no horseplay
But Death I knew you back in the day
Back in grade school and junior high
When we took wood shop together
Back when you were still a bum Death
Back when you had no morals or convictions remember that
What about the time we hung out at your grandma's house after school
And played Combat on Atari
And ate Hostess cupcakes and drank Jolt Cola
Don't act like you don't know me Death
Death don't act like you don't remember

My grandma went shoppin' in her Muumuu and robe
I dreamed I was a victim of an alien probe
I bought a round of ale and another round in jail
As the room spins like a globe
My life spins like a globe

My death pays dividends
I'm worth more dead than I'll ever be alive
My death pays dividends
MasterCard won't leave and death won't arrive
Death won't arrive
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I might drink a bottle of brew
Tell you what I think of your family and you
Take off on my bike in the middle of the night
In the wind and the rain too
In the wind and the rain too

I'll take my chances with a poisonous snake
I got hurt once stepping on a garden rake
Ate a bad salami and I surfed a tsunami
And I treaded in its wake
Almost drowned in its wake

My death pays dividends
I'm worth more dead than I'll ever be alive
My death pays dividends
MasterCard won't leave and death won't arrive
Death won't arrive

The waitress said that she spit in my food
Said it was because I was actin' rude
Mr. T said look what happened to me
And he called your mom a dude
Your mom looks like a dude

My death pays dividends
I'm worth more dead than I'll ever be alive
My death pays dividends
MasterCard won't leave and death won't arrive
Death won't arrive

Death is so smug
He only shows up when he's not welcome
He won't hang out or play darts or watch TV with you
And when he does show up it's all business
No joking around no horseplay
But Death I knew you back in the day
Back in grade school and junior high
When we took wood shop together
Back when you were still a bum Death
Back when you had no morals or convictions remember that
What about the time we hung out at your grandma's house after school
And played Combat on Atari
And ate Hostess cupcakes and drank Jolt Cola
Don't act like you don't know me Death
Death don't act like you don't remember

My grandma went shoppin' in her Muumuu and robe
I dreamed I was a victim of an alien probe
I bought a round of ale and another round in jail
As the room spins like a globe
My life spins like a globe

My death pays dividends
I'm worth more dead than I'll ever be alive
My death pays dividends
MasterCard won't leave and death won't arrive
Death won't arrive
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Writer: Richard Ayers
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