They call me the Death Angel
I come and you die
They call me the Death Angel
I come and you die
Mothers and Husbands
Often ask and wonder why
Don't mess with me kid
Your number might be up
Don't mess with me kid
Your number might be up
I treat all people equal
I take both rich, poor, weak and tough
You say your not worried
But this could be your dying day
You say your not worried
But this could be your dying day
And how will you spend your money
When your buried in the grave
This ain't no Disco
Life is not really just a joke
This ain't no Disco
Life is not really just a joke
And when I roll my dice
They say that's all she wrote
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