Lyrics

Dear Mr. Grim Reaper by john jones (SOCAN)
I'm walking around and it's getting me down I'm taking the high way home I've nothing to do I've got no one to sue I've been smoking with Mary Jane In an empty room And it smells like a forest I don't even see no way to let go and face the Walrus If I wait for you to come Will you promise me one thing And be sure you really kill me Kill me I'm taking a ride I'm beginning to find I'm getting like Orson Welles I'm making it faster Don't need a disaster I don't have a heart of stone I'm not even blue To be perfectly candid I'm wishing upon your help when I call I'm nothing like Elvis If I wait for you to come Will you promise me one thing And be sure you really kill me Kill me, Kill me, Kill me, Kill me Kill me good I can tell in your eyes I've got nothing to hide I'll do it without a dress I've nothing to say don't get in my way and make we want it If I wait for you to come Will you promise me one thing And be sure you really kill me Kill me, Kill me, Kill me, Kill me...