The Blues Preachers - Oh Death | Текст песни

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O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Well, what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me.
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
'O, death, someone would pray
'Could you wait to call me another day?'
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach.
I'll fix your feet 'til you can't walk.
I'll lock your jaw 'til you can't talk.
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour come and go with me.

O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over til another year?

I'm death I come, to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold.
To draw the flesh off of the frame,
Dirt and worm both have a claim.
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head.
My head is warm, my feet are cold
Death is a-movin' upon my soul.
Oh death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see.
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul.

O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Oh death please consider my age,
Please don't take me at this stage.
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand.
Oh the old, the young, the rich or poor
All alike to me, you know.
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

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