Grave Robber

Belaver

Compositor: Ben Godfrey

I'm headin' out lookin' for buried treasure
I'm goin' round to dig up some old cadavers

All that I've found is dusty old tired and hollow
Still pull 'em out I'll melt 'em down into a dollar

I heard them bodies are buried in jewelry
They lay 'em with their secrets between their teeth
I heard their eyes are covered in wheat pennies
They fill all their bones up with ivory

But what I discovered is not what I remember
These bones are rather rough and altogether weathered
I can make the best of most of anything, I don't want to consider
So here I am in a hole, holding up another

My mind is playin' tricks on me
Nothin' that I see is, what it seems

So I'm just about sick of all the climbing out
I might stay down someone else dig me out