| I got caught dragging the scraps from the heap
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| By the junkyard dogs
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| They won’t leave me alone, no
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| 'Cause I went for the pearl
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| They keep in the mouth of the pig
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| But he won’t let it go No he won’t let it go So I broke the lock to the vault
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| Where they buried my child
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| But he won’t stay alive
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| No, he can’t be revived
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| So don’t push me I said I was leaving
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| I just wanted to stick my hands
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| Up the shirts of the grieving
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| Graverobber, you can’t take me home
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| I don’t care what nobody says, lord
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| That’s my bed on the side of the road
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| Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
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| We take another drink of the dust that don’t just blow, it pours
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| Straight from the veins of the ghost of our lord
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| And it won’t be long until my cask is a casket
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| And I’ve righted my wrongs, I’ve righted my wrongs
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| Graverobber, you can’t take me home
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| I don’t care what nobody says, lord
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| That’s my bed on the side of the road
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| Graverobber, your hands are getting cold
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| I lost what I’ve found
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| In the feedback and chemicals
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| We’re growing mold on the fruits of our labours
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| I lost what I’ve found
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| In the feedback and chemicals
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| We’re growing mold on the fruits of our labours
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| I go back to the well
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| With my head in my hands
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| And my tail between my legs
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| I go back to the well
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| With my head in my hands
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| And my tail between my legs
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| Graverobber, you can’t take me home
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| I don’t care what nobody says, lord
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| That’s my bed on the side of the road
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| Graverobber, your hands are getting cold |