Death drove by me on the road today.
As she passed me by, she looked my way.
The paint on the road all faded to grey.
She looked back at me as if to say:
Keep on going, but you won’t get away.
The trees all shook, as the wind blew through.
The chill on your face is so cold you’re blue.
From the time you are born, from the time you are new.
Count your blessings. I’m coming for you.
Death will follow. And death… will… catch… you.