Death Is A Game
The judge told me with a stone cold face
God surely made you on a real bad day
You climbed out of the oven before you were done
He made you from scraps of the damned to hell ones
He mixed the un-mixable and created the un-fixable
He heard the applause from demons and the devil
He sent you to hell but the gate slammed in your face
So you destroyed hell and called it devils fate
You cast a spell on the devil and build your own hell
And started tempting man and all the angels
He said if I thought you fear death I’d hang you high
Put a stake in your chest and pray to God you die
But men like you crave hell, death and fame
And the truth is, you think death is a game
When they took me to jail it became purgatory
As I turned up the heat and burned the judge and jury
Built My Coffin in Austin
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 