When The Monster Wed the Reaper

The leaves, they fall in circles,
you make me stop, stop,
stop it.....

when I see a sign, I rip it,
break it in-to
little pieces, got to
run for your money with no money on my mind,
I know the bassists and baritones like it cold
in the winter,
but I swear, lil teacher, I could never drink more
then one glass, dripping down these artifacts

it cringes openly,
with the spring of nightfall,
so swear on all your jeans you're ripping up
that you'll only want more,

so sing a song for me,
listen to the reaper walk down main street
searching for you.
He knows you've been a looker,
and he's onto you, too,
yeah,
he's onto you
too.