Lletres: Camper Van Beethoven. Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart. O Death.

My name is death and I excel
I can open the gates to heaven or hell
Cast aside the flesh of the
Cast aside and set you free
Oh-oh death, oh-oh-oh death,
Can't you spare me over till another year
I lock their jaws so they can't talk,
Stiffen their legs so they can't walk
Close their eyes so they can't see

The chill you feel, it comes from me
Oh ma-ma mama come to my bed
Place a cold rag on my head
My eyes are aching and I cannot see
I feel the sheet pulling over me