the damned things
graverobber
I got caught dragging the scraps from the heap by the junkyard dogs They won't leave me alone because I went for the pearl they keep in the mouth of the pig But 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 labors 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