Dear Mr Grim Reaper - Words and Music by John Jones @1998 Pepjon Music (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...
