Lo! I have become death
I don't know what comes with the title yet
It's my first day on the job but I want to look my best
So show me what you have in black
Double extra-long and tight across the chest
I need a thirty-seven inseam, twenty-two waist
Double-stitched with a five inch neck
Death comes free of charge
But I want to look the part
Eventually everyone comes my way
From the pope to the queen and everybody in between
Everyone's dying to meet me
Lo! I have become death
And I don't really know what that means yet
Your first impressions should be your best
But mine are always the last
There's no need for shaking knees like that
You're not on my list yet
But everyone says that you're simply the best
At taking grim requests
Death comes free of charge
But I want to look the part
Eventually everyone comes my way
From the pope to the queen and everybody in between
Everyone's dying to meet me
I need something simple and sensible, incomprehensible
Tall, dark, and brooding and just like me
It has to be timeless, bold, black, and lifeless
'cause everyone's dying to meet me
Lo! I have become death
Destroyer of worlds and collector of souls
I am the great equalizer
Behold and know the inevitable
