A Grave Robber's Work

歌詞

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 onto something right I deliver the goods as long as they don't ask 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 are 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 its but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails come dance with me this graveyard planet that you've called earth you hold in such a high regard its but as worthless as a turd will you follow me into the dark I rob the dead for what their 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 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 fettered fingernails its but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails may the gods have mercy