The Black Dahlia Murder - The Grave Robber's Work lyrics

Ritual Of Desecration The grave robber’s work is never done, It’s up all night and sleep all day, The hours are sh** 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 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**s. 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 that 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, s**. 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.