Grave Robber - The Sharks

A market stall or suitcase on his knee

Second-hand rings a speciality

Street corner, he stands

Taking your money with dirty hands

He gets by the only way he can

Well what’s the use in him being poor

When he can steal from the dead?

They don’t need it anymore.

Morbid curiosity, gold teeth and jewellery

A business man and no-one's fool is he.

Grave Robber what’s on your mind?

Grave Robber what do you find

Grave Robber when the lights are low

Grab that shovel and off to work you go

Workin' in the middle of the night

Gotta get done before the morning light

Twist and pull those golden crowns

Take 'em home and melt them down

Shine 'em up and sell them in the town.