At first I had a plan
To blow up a plane
To clean overpopulation
But then some teens complained
Cause some weiner little punk
Had a preminitious sight
Thrown off the flight
And for some reason they all fight
it, I am death
I have to be
But these moronic imbociles
Try to go run away from me
So I kill them all really cool
So I kill them gore-ousomely
They don't stop to think for one second
How much it's annoying me

I do my job,
it's crappy pay
But I still get off
my bone ass every-freaking-day
Do you think I do it for kicks or to get high?
No, I do it for youse
So please, just kneel over and die
Don't try deny
They won't survive
They're up against the damn Grim Reaper
Oh no, Why won't they just die?
I spend every freaking day
Making thing's not go astray
But they're alive
They think they're jive (no way)

It took oh so many months
To go fix up the past
I'm trying hard to mend
all the seems of what happened last
But yet another loser kid
Had little preminitious thoughts
It made me cry
But now they have to say goodbye
They messed with me
Oh, yet again
They screwed up my mass highway pile-up
Just like on the plane
Why can't they just leave me alone
To do the work needed to be
But some new selfish little barstards
Made Final Destination 3

What the hell do
They do it for?
Why didn't they die?
And stay on the roller coast-or
So yet again, I have to go out of my style
Make 'em six feet under
Make even more teenagers die
Oh dear, oh sigh
Why can't they die?
Why can't they just accept what's to come
And see that it is their time?
They just keep asking for more
There better not be a "Four"
Cause I would die
If they have to die
(fading)
Once more, I'll di-i-ie
(faded)