歌词
鐝炵張灞辨ⅵ澧冭仈鐩
The grave robber鈥檚 work is never done,
It鈥檚 up all night and sleep all day,
The hours are **** with hell to pay.
Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
When the ladies claw my back at night,
I know I鈥檓 doing something right.
I deliver the goods as long as they don鈥檛 ask,
Deny I鈥檓 a working stiff like dear old dad,
And to you and yours nothing but curses,
You鈥檒l slave your life away,
And for what?
You鈥檙e just as dead as these old ****s.
They鈥檒l never get me,
I鈥檒l never run out of stock,
With every second that ticks past,
The bodies are still stacking up.
So I鈥檝e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman鈥檚 bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.
The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
It鈥檚 but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
Come dance with me,
This graveyard planet that you鈥檝e called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
It鈥檚 but as worthless as a turd.
Will you follow me into the dark?
I rob the dead for what they鈥檙e worth,
Jewels, wealth, clothing, ***.
When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
Within the fallen鈥檚 shoes you鈥檇 turn your nose at me,
Although I smell of sheik perfumes.
So I鈥檝e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman鈥檚 bank and trust,
To the depths of hell or bust.
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鈥檚 but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
May the gods have mercy.
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