There is something strange down by the cemetery
Emptying the graves left and right
Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings
Underneath the pale moonlightCurse the day they invented the crematory
What a foolish waste of potential sales
It's a damn shame to discard inventory
Think outside the box if all else failsDeath is my business and business is goodThere's a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
There's profit to be made from the recent deceased
Skeletal remains are safe in the ossuary
They're quite stale and not worth a dime
Don't think me a fiend, this is strictly monetary
Fortune calls and I'll answer this timeIn this occupation timing is instrumental
A matter of hours can plummet the price
The fact it's a crime is simply incidental
Freshness is key, nothing else will sufficeDeath is my business and business is goodThere's a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
There's profit to be made from the recent deceasedMidnight meetings inside the graveyard
Crunching numbers, breaking the earth
I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty
Even if things seem a bit perverse
Though these deeds weigh heavy on my soul
I will no doubt sleep perfectly sound
While you struggle to keep your conscience
A garden of riches rots in the groundDeath is my business and business is goodThere's a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
There's profit to be made from the recent deceasedDeath is my business and business is good
