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

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 until my cask is a casket

and i've righted all 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 lost what i've found in the feedback and chemicals

we're growing mold on the fruits of our labours

i lost what i've found in the feedback and chemicals

we're growing mold on the fruits of our labours

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