A Grave Robber's Work

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, 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
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