Death stalked me today. <br />I looked in the mirror <br />And told the bloke, <br />'PISS OFF! ' <br /> <br />Life lurched in the shadows <br />As I sulked away <br />And hunted Death down <br />With his rusted, bent scythe <br /> <br />So we could stop by the local pub <br />Have a brew and a smoke, relax, <br />sit back, chill,
