Suicidal Tendencies

Fuck it!
Hes a carrier of death, a stork in reverse
He blesses you with sickness
Cause love is a curse
The arsening in your koolaid, the bomb in your mail,
He disappears in motion
But leaves a bloody trail
Chorus
Drop to your knees, humble you pray
But cant put off your judgment day
Theres a knock at your door, who could it be?
You got a new friend thats gonna set you free
Hes making a list, hes checking it twice
No amount of moneys gonna stop this vice