The Riff Lyrics

I met Mr. Death this morning
He offered me a ride
I said I think I'm not quite ready yet
To travel by your side
Practice what you preach
Then said the count of shadowlands
It doesn't hurt to take a peek
He grinned and grabbed my handI sad in the leather seat of his Chevy van
The motor screamed like a pack of rats
In a frying panThe headlights where shooting sparks
And the tyres spinning flames
Well, allrighty then
He said and opened up his caseThe grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff
Oh yeah, the riffThen his song was over
And he asked me not to lie

I felt a bit uneasy
But I dare to criticize
I told him, Man, the riff is a killer
But the rest is a throw-away
His face looked disappointed
But he said Ah, it's okI asked him, has he shown
The devil what he's got
He's written hits
But lately he has notSo the devil's out of touch
And he cannot smell a hit
Cuz he has lost his mind
With all that hip-hop shitThe grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff
Oh yeah, the riffI woke up and the van was upside down
My body bleeds
We must have crashed right off the road
And Death could varely speak
He said, Listen you'd gottas take my place
I'm leaving office soon
I said, I'm sorry dude, I'm kinda busy.
But tell you what: I'll take the tune
And it goes like this...The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff
The grim reaper played guitar
His bony fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the riff
He cranked out the riff
He cranked out the riff
He cranked out the riff