[00:00.27]鐝炵張灞辨ⅵ澧冭仈鐩
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[00:20.06]The grave robber鈥檚 work is never done,
[00:23.54]It鈥檚 up all night and sleep all day,
[00:26.39]I done ****ed around for a minute
[00:29.00]Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
[00:33.11]When the ladies claw my back at night,
[00:35.22]I know I鈥檓 doing something right.
[00:37.89]I deliver the goods as long as they don鈥檛 ask,
[00:42.12]Deny I鈥檓 a working stiff like dear old dad,
[00:46.28]And to you and yours nothing but curses,
[00:52.24]You鈥檒l slave your life away,
[00:53.85]And for what?
[00:54.35]You’re just as dead as these old ****s.
[00:56.53]They鈥檒l never get me,
[00:58.39]I鈥檒l never run out of stock,
[01:00.87]With every second that ticks past,
[01:02.97]The bodies are still stacking up.
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[01:05.45]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,
[01:10.30]To the depths of hell or bust.
[01:16.19]The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[01:21.10]It鈥檚 but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
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[01:28.74]Come dance with me,
[01:30.41]This graveyard planet that you鈥檝e called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
[01:41.32]It鈥檚 but as worthless as a turd.
[01:45.42]Will you follow me into the dark?
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[02:30.50]I rob the dead for what they鈥檙e worth,
[02:34.91]Jewels, wealth, clothing, ****ers
[02:38.02]When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
[02:41.81]Within the fallen鈥檚 shoes you鈥檇 turn your nose at me,
[02:45.41]Although I smell of sheik perfumes.
[02:47.52]
[02:48.02]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,
[02:55.57]To the depths of hell or bust.
[02:58.24]Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes,
[03:02.34]So deeply it festers,
[03:04.76]The guilt is murder.
[03:07.75]The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[03:15.09]It鈥檚 but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
[03:20.11]May the gods have mercy.
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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,
I done ****ed around for a minute
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’re 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, ****ers
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.