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letra de a grave robber's work - the black dahlia murder

the grave robber’s work is never done
it’s up all night and sleep all day
the hours are sh-t with h-ll to pay.
pockets are br-mm-ng 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 f-cks.
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 l-st
from the deadman’s bank and trust,
to the depths of h-ll 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 t-rd.
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, s-x.
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 l-st
from the deadman’s bank and trust,
to the depths of h-ll 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.

- the black dahlia murder

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