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I got caught dragging the scraps from the heap by the junkyard dogsThey won't leave me alone because I went for the pearl they keep in the mouth of the pigBut he won't let it go, so I broke the lock to the vault where they buried my childBut he won't stay aliveNo he can't be revivedDon't push meI said I was leavingI just wanted to stick my hands up the shirts of the grievingGraverobber, you can't take me homeI don't care what nobody says, lordThat's my bed on the side of the roadGraverobber, your hands are getting coldWe take another drink of the dust that don't just blow, it pours straight from the veins of the ghost of our lordAnd it won't be long until my cask is a casketAnd I've righted all my wrongsGraverobber, you can't take me homeI don't care what nobody says, lordThat's my bed on the side of the roadGraverobber, your hands are getting coldI lost what I've found in the feedback and chemicalsWe're growing mold on the fruits of our laboursI go back to the well, with my head in my hands and my tail between my legsLetras de cancionesGraverobber, you can't take me homeI don't care what nobody says, lordThat's my bed on the side of the roadGraverobber, your hands are getting cold From Letras Mania