Graverobber
I got caught dragging the scraps from the heap
By the junkyard dogs
They won't leave me alone, no
Cause I went for the pearl
They keep in the mouth of the pig
But he won't let it go
No, he won't let it go
So I broke the lock to the vault
Where they buried my child
But he won't stay alive
No, he can't be revived
So don't push me
I said I was leaving
I just wanted to stick my hands
Up the shirts of the grieving
Graverobber, you can't take me home
I don't care what nobody says, Lord
That's my bed on the side of the road
Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
We take another drink of the dust that don't just blow it pours
Straight from the veins of the ghost of our lord
And it won't be long
Till my cask is a casket
And I've righted my wrongs
Well I've righted my wrongs
Graverobber, you can't take me home
I don't care what nobody says, Lord
That's my bed on the side of the road
Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
I've lost what I've found
In the feedback and chemicals
We're growing mold
On the fruits of our labors
Lost what I've found
In the feedback and chemicals
We're growing mold
On the fruits of our labors
I go back to the well
With my head in my hands
And my tail between my legs
I go back to the well
With my head in my hands
And my tail between my legs
Graverobber, you can't take me home
I don't care what nobody says, Lord
That's my bed on the side of the road
Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
By the junkyard dogs
They won't leave me alone, no
Cause I went for the pearl
They keep in the mouth of the pig
But he won't let it go
No, he won't let it go
So I broke the lock to the vault
Where they buried my child
But he won't stay alive
No, he can't be revived
So don't push me
I said I was leaving
I just wanted to stick my hands
Up the shirts of the grieving
Graverobber, you can't take me home
I don't care what nobody says, Lord
That's my bed on the side of the road
Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
We take another drink of the dust that don't just blow it pours
Straight from the veins of the ghost of our lord
And it won't be long
Till my cask is a casket
And I've righted my wrongs
Well I've righted my wrongs
Graverobber, you can't take me home
I don't care what nobody says, Lord
That's my bed on the side of the road
Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
I've lost what I've found
In the feedback and chemicals
We're growing mold
On the fruits of our labors
Lost what I've found
In the feedback and chemicals
We're growing mold
On the fruits of our labors
I go back to the well
With my head in my hands
And my tail between my legs
I go back to the well
With my head in my hands
And my tail between my legs
Graverobber, you can't take me home
I don't care what nobody says, Lord
That's my bed on the side of the road
Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Ian Rosenfeld, Joseph Trohman, Andrew Hurley, Keith Michael Buckley, Robert Caggiano
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