Death’s Rattle – Thad Beckman

Well I gave up the cigarettes the beer the cocaine the speed

The pot the meat and everything tasting sweet

And still I hear death’s rattle and creek

Louder and louder as the days do meet

As though being followed by some dark stranger down an ancient street

Closer and closer with each hearts’ beat

Man Death’s got big feet

I ain’t ever givin’ up women I just love ‘em too much

I can’t get enough of that lovin’ touch

Even though they always make a fuss

And no matter what ya do it just ain’t never enough

But I like my women and I like ‘em tough

I like it when they start to playin’ rough, yeah

Now Politicians ain’t nothing but a swinging door

They can lie lower than a two-bit whore

They got the I’m gonna do ya son like ya never been done before 

Leave ya in some cheap hotel with your pants to the floor

Having just been done like ya never been done before

Yeah, a hundred dollars lighter and wonderin’ what for

Now life is a beautiful thing you see

It’s something I hold very dear to me

As long as I can live on as I please

I ain’t got no real complaint you see

I’m just a happy guy walking down the street