Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Graverobber, artist - The Damned Things. Album song Ironiclast, in the genre Хард-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
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 |
So 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 my wrongs, I’ve righted 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 |