The reaper's gain is hard enough.
The reaper's gain is cold enough, comes soon enough.
He takes your pain, when the going's roughyou've had enough.
But, no one's to blame for the rain.

In the end he takes 'way all your heartache
Takes way all, your everything.

The winter's rain falls hard enoughit gets dark enough.
The blood in your vein's been hit enoughyou've hurt enough.
The flow to the drain is fast enoughit's backing up.
The pressure on your brain is building up. HARK THE ANGELS SING!

Fear of failure, lies and guilt and shame...
No more hands to shake, no more bread to break.
In the end he washes everything away.
But, blood's the toughest stain, and you're bloodied every day.
People bow and pray.

The preacher raves you're not enough, you need his stuff.
In the reaper's game, he calls your bluff. Well, fair enough.
All your features soften, sag and fall awaythis dog has had its day.
No more face to make, no more dates to break, not on the make, on the take.

In the end no more shit, shower and shave.
No more bills to pay, no more pills to take.
For the living memories begin their fade.
Family, friends along the way are the angels at your grave.
People bow and pray.

People bow and pray.
People bow and pray.
People bow and pray.
I'll see you again someday.
My dog and I will play, again.
People bow and pray.
Take this pain away.
I'll get that raise in pay.
People bow and pray.
That last pull tab pays.
I'll find a good parking space.
People bow and pray,
Oh, My God.
I'll lose that last five pounds in weight.
People bow and pray,
Oh, my Lord.
My team will win the game.
People bow and pray,
Oh, Jesus.
On the final play.
People bow and pray,
Oh, Allah!
Oh, Shiva!
Mahavira!
Oh, MAGA!
Oh, my God!
HAIL MARY!

People bow and pray.
Cow."