Reaper Sweepstakes Songtext

von David Wilcox

All the horses out of the gate and right away
It's bio-terror coming on with smallpox
Running third is mass murder and behind him
It's airline crashing and random gunshot

I know the odds are with the fate I'm under
But now and then I can't help but wonder
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It's gonna be quick, it's gonna be fast
A ball of flame, a quick flash
An atom bomb and I'm just a cinder
Or maybe everybody freezes all of a sudden

When the weather changes into global winter
'Cause what if Yellowstone Park exploded
So much that everything was covered over
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I could slip in the shower or get mad cow disease
I could stop and smell the flowers
And stung by a swarm of killer bees

I read the paper and the headline said
Only thirteen shopping days 'till Armageddon
I got duct tape hanging at my neck because
The terrorist attack could happen any second

This could be worldwide destruction
Or alien abduction
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I tried to move away to somewhere safe
So I flew to an island but the plane got hijacked
So I decided I would fortify my home but then
I open up a letter and it's filled with anthrax

How on earth can we all avoid
Colliding with that asteroid
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I could live to a hundred and die peacefully
Of natural causes
Think how boring that would be

Out of the turn and down to the wire
It's exploding tire, poison apple and falling boulder
Out around 'em, out of nowhere and looking strong
It's the long shot growing older

I know the odds are with the fate I'm under
But now and then I can't help but wonder
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Bird flu