The Grave Robber's Work Lyrics

Song	The Grave Robber's Work
Artist	The Black Dahlia Murder
Album	Ritual
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[00:00.27]	鐝炵張灞辨ⅵ澧冭仈鐩
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[00:02.27]
[00:20.06]	The grave robber鈥檚 work is never done,
[00:23.54]	It鈥檚 up all night and sleep all day,
[00:26.39]	The hours are shit with hell to pay.
[00:29.00]	Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
[00:33.11]	When the ladies claw my back at night,
[00:35.22]	I know I鈥檓 doing something right.
[00:37.89]	I deliver the goods as long as they don鈥檛 ask,
[00:42.12]	Deny I鈥檓 a working stiff like dear old dad,
[00:46.28]	And to you and yours nothing but curses,
[00:52.24]	You鈥檒l slave your life away,
[00:53.85]	And for what?
[00:54.35]	You鈥檙e just as dead as these old ****s.
[00:56.53]	They鈥檒l never get me,
[00:58.39]	I鈥檒l never run out of stock,
[01:00.87]	With every second that ticks past,
[01:02.97]	The bodies are still stacking up.
[01:05.27]
[01:05.45]	So I鈥檝e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman鈥檚 bank and trust,
[01:10.30]	To the depths of hell or bust.
[01:16.19]	The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[01:21.10]	It鈥檚 but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
[01:28.61]
[01:28.74]	Come dance with me,
[01:30.41]	This graveyard planet that you鈥檝e called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
[01:41.32]	It鈥檚 but as worthless as a turd.
[01:45.42]	Will you follow me into the dark?
[01:57.96]
[02:30.50]	I rob the dead for what they鈥檙e worth,
[02:34.91]	Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex.
[02:38.02]	When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
[02:41.81]	Within the fallen鈥檚 shoes you鈥檇 turn your nose at me,
[02:45.41]	Although I smell of sheik perfumes.
[02:47.52]
[02:48.02]	So I鈥檝e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman鈥檚 bank and trust,
[02:55.57]	To the depths of hell or bust.
[02:58.24]	Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes,
[03:02.34]	So deeply it festers,
[03:04.76]	The guilt is murder.
[03:07.75]	The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[03:15.09]	It鈥檚 but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
[03:20.11]	May the gods have mercy.
[03:28.00]

[00:00.27]	jue tong zhang ba bian li tai ba sui
[00:01.27]
[00:02.27]
[00:20.06]	The grave robber huo chu work is never done,
[00:23.54]	It huo chu up all night and sleep all day,
[00:26.39]	The hours are shit with hell to pay.
[00:29.00]	Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
[00:33.11]	When the ladies claw my back at night,
[00:35.22]	I know I huo hui doing something right.
[00:37.89]	I deliver the goods as long as they don huo zhua ask,
[00:42.12]	Deny I huo hui a working stiff like dear old dad,
[00:46.28]	And to you and yours nothing but curses,
[00:52.24]	You huo feng l slave your life away,
[00:53.85]	And for what?
[00:54.35]	You huo cheng e just as dead as these old s.
[00:56.53]	They huo feng l never get me,
[00:58.39]	I huo feng l never run out of stock,
[01:00.87]	With every second that ticks past,
[01:02.97]	The bodies are still stacking up.
[01:05.27]
[01:05.45]	So I huo ji e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman huo chu bank and trust,
[01:10.30]	To the depths of hell or bust.
[01:16.19]	The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[01:21.10]	It huo chu but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
[01:28.61]
[01:28.74]	Come dance with me,
[01:30.41]	This graveyard planet that you huo ji e called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
[01:41.32]	It huo chu but as worthless as a turd.
[01:45.42]	Will you follow me into the dark?
[01:57.96]
[02:30.50]	I rob the dead for what they huo cheng e worth,
[02:34.91]	Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex.
[02:38.02]	When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
[02:41.81]	Within the fallen huo chu shoes you huo zui turn your nose at me,
[02:45.41]	Although I smell of sheik perfumes.
[02:47.52]
[02:48.02]	So I huo ji e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman huo chu bank and trust,
[02:55.57]	To the depths of hell or bust.
[02:58.24]	Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes,
[03:02.34]	So deeply it festers,
[03:04.76]	The guilt is murder.
[03:07.75]	The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[03:15.09]	It huo chu but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
[03:20.11]	May the gods have mercy.
[03:28.00]

[00:00.27]	jué tōng zhāng bà biàn lǐ tái bā suì
[00:01.27]
[00:02.27]
[00:20.06]	The grave robber huǒ chǔ work is never done,
[00:23.54]	It huǒ chǔ up all night and sleep all day,
[00:26.39]	The hours are shit with hell to pay.
[00:29.00]	Pockets are brimming from our unique brand of sinning,
[00:33.11]	When the ladies claw my back at night,
[00:35.22]	I know I huǒ huǐ doing something right.
[00:37.89]	I deliver the goods as long as they don huǒ zhuā ask,
[00:42.12]	Deny I huǒ huǐ a working stiff like dear old dad,
[00:46.28]	And to you and yours nothing but curses,
[00:52.24]	You huǒ fēng l slave your life away,
[00:53.85]	And for what?
[00:54.35]	You huǒ chéng e just as dead as these old s.
[00:56.53]	They huǒ fēng l never get me,
[00:58.39]	I huǒ fēng l never run out of stock,
[01:00.87]	With every second that ticks past,
[01:02.97]	The bodies are still stacking up.
[01:05.27]
[01:05.45]	So I huǒ jí e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman huǒ chǔ bank and trust,
[01:10.30]	To the depths of hell or bust.
[01:16.19]	The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[01:21.10]	It huǒ chǔ but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
[01:28.61]
[01:28.74]	Come dance with me,
[01:30.41]	This graveyard planet that you huǒ jí e called Earth you hold in such a high regard,
[01:41.32]	It huǒ chǔ but as worthless as a turd.
[01:45.42]	Will you follow me into the dark?
[01:57.96]
[02:30.50]	I rob the dead for what they huǒ chéng e worth,
[02:34.91]	Jewels, wealth, clothing, sex.
[02:38.02]	When the mood prefers to carve a sullen path through life,
[02:41.81]	Within the fallen huǒ chǔ shoes you huǒ zuì turn your nose at me,
[02:45.41]	Although I smell of sheik perfumes.
[02:47.52]
[02:48.02]	So I huǒ jí e clipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from the deadman huǒ chǔ bank and trust,
[02:55.57]	To the depths of hell or bust.
[02:58.24]	Haunted by faces when I try to close my eyes,
[03:02.34]	So deeply it festers,
[03:04.76]	The guilt is murder.
[03:07.75]	The blackened bits of exhumed evidence embedded neath my fettered fingernails,
[03:15.09]	It huǒ chǔ but a smallish part of what our dirty work entails.
[03:20.11]	May the gods have mercy.
[03:28.00]

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