Death Smiles

Designer jeans, tight shirts
biceps hardened by daring games
on water sports and Harley bikes
they reign supreme on highways

running over cats and kids
Cannot stop, they live for speed

Burly, more than 200 pounds
Bandanas covering their hair
steering trucks and trailers
through lonely roads, cross country

sometimes they fall asleep
cause a pile up, kill a few people

Drunk and driving, nice people
grow dizzy as they struggle home
Singing along happily to the radio
five other passengers cling on

They hit a tree, and everyone died
Except the driver who was drunk

Death has a lot of assistants
they even work for free
so scytheman just smiles
handing out rewards.