The walls of
this world are paper thin
You gotta be careful of what you let in
I used to be a kind man
and had consideration
But all that changed when I
switched destinations
Old cars are racing to this town
A bitch may throw her enemies down
Everyone here so unfeeling
That no one ever thinks of leaving
Take a good look at me
You'll get to know me well
I'm here to collect you up
As I'm on my way to hell
This is a world of strange
appetites and vices
For people of no substance,
craving hollow voices
And those amongst you
who've enjoyed addicting pain
Will have centuries of
becoming back again
It's the end of your intelligence
and all the things you've known
To a black heart tomorrow
will sweep you from your home
You had all your money
and your trophy wife
And now it's the end of your selfish life
Take a good look at me
The Getter money rain
I'm here to collect you up
Cos I'm on my way to hell
You claimed a big star
Or blamed anyone else
for the way you are
Your ancestors fought a
hundred wars for you
In return you can't get
out of bed before two
And all of you out there
are never really sober
The drugs and drinks are running out,
the party's nearly over
And hey mister, don't meet in the end
You can't ever be 18 again
Take a good look at me
You'll get to know me well
I'm here to collect you up
As I'm on my way to hell
Take a good look at me
You'll get to know me when I'm
here to collect you up
Cause I'm on my way to hell