Bogieman Lewis & His Wasted Youth - Dear Death Lyrics

Dear death, place your hand above my head
Dear death, come on over in my bed
Dear death, come on over here
We'll never meet for real

The young, the old, the rich, the poor
You'll be knocking at their door

No might, no power, no gold
Dear death just wants your soul
Dear death, you only are pure
No bias and equal to all
Dear death, they are all gonna fall!