Well I can't take a step. I can't make a move. I can't think a thought. I can't sing a song; with a minimal groove. I can't get away - From the singular fact - That I can't take a breath Without seeing Mister Death.
I can't take a bath. Mister Death, is washing my back. I can't do the disco. Mister Death, will dance on my foot. I can't sing the rest.
Well I can't take a breath - Without seeing mister death.
But I can't see mister death, If I don't take that breath. (breathing)
I can't find my car keys. Better ask - Mister Death. And I get so lonely. May I have, a game of chess?
I can't take a breath. I can't take a breath. I can't take a breath. (breathing) Well I can't take a breath - Without seeing Mister Death.
Is this John McCain?'s new campaign song? --SoylentWhite
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