The Grave Robber’s Work lyrics

The grave robber's work is never done
It's "up all night" and "sleep all day"
The hours are sh*t, 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, 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 f*cks!

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
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?

[Solo]

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!