Lyrics
IT’S A GRIM LIFE
One Saturday night
I went down to the morgue
Couldn’t get any service
From two guys who looked bored
I couldn’t understand just how this pair got employed
‘Cause they were two skeletons playing Paperboy
One said, “Hey, there you are on the screen. How do you deal with the fame?”
The other said, “Reapin’ is a super tough gig. It’s not like it is in the video games.”
You’re listening to Reaper Radio
That was “Absolutely Fear the Reaper” by Black Oyster Cult,
Followed by “Definitely Pay the Ferryman” by Chris De Mise
Special message from the top to all the grim reapers out there on the clock
Be sure to put the new cover sheet on all your Terminal Participant Selection reports
Your final daily grind is when we clock in
‘Cause we reap what you sow with no stock options
With a seraphim scythe
It’s a grim life
File this
Stamp that
The blood is in the red
And the hood is in the black
With a seraphim scythe
It’s a grim life
Malcolm redefines the phrase “death and taxes”
Paves the way to the grave with bureaucratic actions
He’d the overpaid, undead, afterlife official
Boney hands signing papers and writing initials
Such are the tribulations of Hack & Slash
The duo of doom, red tape, and corporate backlash
You’re back with Reaper Radio
A new message from on high to all employees
All decapitants must be processed with form 666 under sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-subsection H
In other newsHEY WHAT’REAAAHHHrrggh
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Written by Brian Graupner and Zoog Von Rock. © 2015.
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