Graverobber 歌词

	作曲 : Buckley, Caggiano, Trohman
	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
	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 until my cask is a casket
	And I've righted my wrongs, I've righted 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 labours
	I lost what I've found
	In the feedback and chemicals
	We're growing mold on the fruits of our labours
	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

	zuo qu : Buckley, Caggiano, Trohman
	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
	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 until my cask is a casket
	And I' ve righted my wrongs, I' ve righted 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 labours
	I lost what I' ve found
	In the feedback and chemicals
	We' re growing mold on the fruits of our labours
	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

	zuò qǔ : Buckley, Caggiano, Trohman
	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
	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 until my cask is a casket
	And I' ve righted my wrongs, I' ve righted 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 labours
	I lost what I' ve found
	In the feedback and chemicals
	We' re growing mold on the fruits of our labours
	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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