# Crazy Sue and Death *One wild woman. One weary reaper. Absolutely no peace.* **[Verse 1]** The clock struck twelve on a cold black night, When Death appeared in the pale moonlight. With a silver scythe and a shadowy hood, He called, “Crazy Sue?” She answered, “You good?” He opened his book and solemnly said, “I’ve come to collect—” Sue laughed instead. She stole his scythe and raced down the street, While Death shouted, “Oi! Come back here, you cheat!” **[Pre-Chorus]** The church bells rang, the ravens fled, Sue woke every spirit and dancing dead. Death stood there with his hands on his hips— Then Sue put bright pink glitter on his fingertips. **[Chorus]** Crazy Sue and Death tonight, Running through the graveyard under silver light. She won’t surrender, she won’t behave— She’s teaching the Reaper how to misbehave! Crazy Sue and Death, what a pair, Spreading gothic chaos everywhere. He came for her soul, but before they were through, Death was dancing beside Crazy Sue! **[Verse 2]** They rode through town on a skeletal horse, Completely lost and wildly off course. Death checked his map with a tired groan— Sue shouted, “Road trip!” and stole his phone. They stopped for tea at a haunted café, Where ghosts serve biscuits on a silver tray. Death took one sip and quietly sighed, “I haven’t had a proper break since the day I died.” **[Pre-Chorus]** Sue softened her voice and pulled up a chair: “Even old Death needs somebody there.” Beneath the darkness, the terror and gloom, A small, shy smile appeared in the room. **[Chorus]** Crazy Sue and Death tonight, Running through the graveyard under silver light. She won’t surrender, she won’t behave— She’s teaching the Reaper how to misbehave! Crazy Sue and Death, what a pair, Spreading gothic chaos everywhere. He came for her soul, but before they were through, Death was laughing beside Crazy Sue! **[Bridge]** “You don’t frighten me,” Sue softly said. “I’ve walked through darkness inside my head. I’ve faced every shadow, survived every fall— So you’re not the scariest thing at all.” Death lowered his scythe and answered Sue, “Perhaps I misjudged the strength inside you. Your story isn’t ending; your fire still burns. Tonight isn’t yours—it’s not yet your turn.” **[Breakdown]** Raise the scythe! Ring the bell! Dance like demons straight from hell! Stomp your boots! Wake the dead! Put a flower crown on Death’s gloomy head! **[Final Chorus]** Crazy Sue and Death tonight, Two strange friends beneath the moonlight. No fear, no chains, no lonely grave— Sue showed the Reaper what it means to be brave. Crazy Sue and Death ride on, Chasing the shadows until the dawn. He came for a soul, but he found something new— A fearless friend called Crazy Sue. **[Outro]** As morning painted the dark sky red, Sue gave back the scythe and winked at Death. He checked his book, then crossed out her name: “Not today, Sue. You’re far too much trouble.” She laughed, “Same time next Friday?” Death sighed… “I’ll bring the biscuits.”
