Paroles de la chanson Graverobber par The Damned Things
Auteurs: Andy Hurley,Joe Trohman,Jeff Buckley,Scott Ian,Rob Caggiano
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Songs Llc
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Paroles de la chanson Graverobber par The Damned Things
I got caught dragging
The scraps from the heap
By the junkyard dogs
They won't leave me alone, no
'Cause I went for the pearl
They keep in the mouth of the pig
But he won't let it go
No, 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
So don't push me
I said I was leaving
I just wanted to stick my hands
Up the shirts of the grieving
The scraps from the heap
By the junkyard dogs
They won't leave me alone, no
'Cause I went for the pearl
They keep in the mouth of the pig
But he won't let it go
No, 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
So 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
Till my cask is a casket
And I've righted all my wrongs
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
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
Till my cask is a casket
And I've righted all my wrongs
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 labors
Lost what I've found
In the feedback and chemicals
We're growing mold
On the fruits of our labors
I go back to the well
With my head in my hands
And my tail between my legs
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
On the fruits of our labors
Lost what I've found
In the feedback and chemicals
We're growing mold
On the fruits of our labors
I go back to the well
With my head in my hands
And my tail between my legs
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
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