There is something strange down by the cemetery
Emptying the graves left and right
Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings
Underneath the pale moonlight
Curse the day they invented the crematory
What a foolish waste of potential sales
Its a damn shame to discard inventory
Think outside the box if all else fails
Death is my business and business is good!
Theres a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
Theres profit to be made from the recent deceased
Skeletal remains are safe in the ossuary
Theyre quite stale and not worth a dime
Dont think me a fiend, this is strictly monetary
Fortune calls and Ill answer this time.
In this occupation timing is instrumental
A matter of hours can plummet the price
The fact its a crime is simply incidental
Freshness is key, nothing else will suffice
Death is my business and business is good!
Theres a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
Theres profit to be made from the recent deceased
Midnight meetings inside the graveyard
Crunching numbers, breaking the earth
Im 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 ground
Death is my business and business is good!
Theres a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
Theres profit to be made from the recent deceased