The Grave Robber's Work-The Black Dahlia Murder

The Grave Robber's Work - The Black Dahlia Murder [Ritual Of Desecration] 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... 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**ks! They’ll never get me I'll never run out of stock With every second that ticks past The bodies, they're 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!