paroles de chanson The Riff - Live - LORDI

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 hand

I sat in the leather seat of his Chevy van
The motor screamed like a pack of rats
In a frying pan

The headlights where shooting sparks
And the tyres spinning flames
"Well, allrighty then"
He said and opened up his case

The 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 riff

Then 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 ok"

I asked him, has he shown
The devil what he's got
"He's written hits
But lately he has not"

So the devil's out of touch
And he cannot smell a hit
"Cuz he has lost his mind
With all that hip-hop shit

The 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 riff

I 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