The grave robber's work is never done It's "up all night" and "sleep all day" The hours are shit, with hell to pay
Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning When the ladies claw my back at night I know I’m doing something right
I deliver the goods as long as they don't ask Deny, deny, deny... I’m a working stiff like dear old dad
And to you and yours— Nothing but curses You’ll slave your life away— And for what? You’re just as dead as these old fucks!
They’ll never get me I'll never run out of stock With every second that ticks past The bodies, they're still stacking up
So I've clipped a few fingers off To get that gold for which I lust From the deadman's bank and trust To the depths of hell or bust!
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence Embedded 'neath my fettered fingernails It's but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails Come dance with me
This graveyard planet you've called Earth You hold in such a high regard It's but as worthless as a turd! Will you follow me into the dark? Will you follow me into the dark?
I rob the dead for what they're worth Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex When the mood prefers
To carve a sullen path through life Within the fallen's shoes You'd turn your nose at me Although I smell of sheik perfumes
So I've clipped a few fingers off To get that gold for which I lust From the deadman's bank and trust To the depths of hell or bust!
I'm haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes So deeply it festers— the guilt is murder...
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence Embedded 'neath my fettered fingernails It's but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails
May the gods have mercy! May the gods have mercy, oh!
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