The Grave Robber's Work

Song The Grave Robber's Work
Artist The Black Dahlia Murder
Album Ritual

Lyrics

[00:00.27] 鐝炵張灞辨ⅵ澧冭仈鐩
[00:01.27]
[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]

Pinyin

[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]