Grave Robber 歌詞

A market stall or suitcase on his knee Second-hand rings a speciality Street corner, he stands taking your money with dirty hands He gets by the only way he can Well what's the use in him being poor when he can steal from the dead? They don't need it anymore. Morbid curiosity, gold teeth and jewellery A business man and no-one's fool is he. Grave Robber what's on your mind? Grave Robber what do you find Grave Robber when the lights are low Grab that shovel and off to work you go Workin' in the middle of the night Gotta get done before the morning light Twist and pull those golden crowns take 'em home and melt them down Shine 'em up and sell them in the town.