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 labours
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