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Graverobber
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Damned Things
The Damned Things
Performer
Rob Caggiano
Rob Caggiano
Bass Guitar
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Performer
Scott Ian
Scott Ian
Performer
Nick Raskulinecz
Nick Raskulinecz
Percussion
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Buckley
Keith Buckley
Composer
Robert Caggiano
Robert Caggiano
Composer
Rob Caggiano
Rob Caggiano
Arranger
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Arranger
Scott Ian
Scott Ian
Arranger
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Caggiano
Rob Caggiano
Producer
Jon Martinez
Jon Martinez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Teruhisa Uchiyama
Teruhisa Uchiyama
Assistant Recording Engineer
Claudius Mittendorfer
Claudius Mittendorfer
Engineer
Bryan Russell
Bryan Russell
Engineer
Nick Raskulinecz
Nick Raskulinecz
Mixing Engineer
Ben Terry
Ben Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Co-Producer

Letra

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 Till my cask is a casket And I've righted my wrongs Well 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've 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
Writer(s): Scott Ian Rosenfeld, Joseph Trohman, Andrew Hurley, Keith Michael Buckley, Robert Caggiano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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