Verse 1 I was standing where the dirt road meets the neon light, My pockets were empty on a cold, rainy night. A long black limousine slid silken through the dark, The window rolled down, leaving a cold silver spark. A man in a silk suit, rings on his pale, dry hand, Said: "Sign this golden paper, boy, and you’ll rule the land." Chorus Watch out! The Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! Yeah, the Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! No place to hide, no way of turning back. Watch out! The Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! Yeah, the Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! No place to hide, no way of turning back. Verse 2 Now my guitar is made of gold, my name is on the wall, I play for the faceless crowds in the big stadium hall. But the strings feel like ice, and the wine tastes like dust, Every sweet blues note turns into a corporate lust. That slick man in the shadow is counting up my days, I traded my soul for the cheap TV praise. Chorus Watch out! The Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! Yeah, the Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! No place to hide, no way of turning back. Watch out! The Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! Yeah, the Midnight Reaper’s on my tracks! No place to hide, no way of turning back. Guitar Solo Verse 3 The clock strikes midnight, the backstage lights go dim, I hear a cold heavy step, and it’s not because of him. The silk-suit man is gone, he left me all alone, My amplifier’s screaming with a terminal tone. No highway left to run, no crossroads left to choose, The Reaper’s at the door to collect his bloody dues. Outro / Coda Watch out! He’s right on my tracks! Can’t you hear him breathing? The Midnight Reaper... Yeah, he’s scratching at my door... He's on my tracks...
