(Intro)

I have an unusual job, yeah, not some boring office gig

No emails, no targets, no Friday afternoon drinks with beer and vodka

No, my work is quiet, my colleagues never complain

Because they’re lying there… six feet deep

(Verse 1)

With a shovel in my hand and a flashlight on my head

I dig up whatever’s left of the dead

Sometimes a skull, sometimes a toe, sometimes a whole set

Sometimes a coffin that still reeks… should’ve had more air in it

(Pre-Chorus)

People find me strange, they quickly look away

But someone’s got to do it, or would you rather be stuck in the pavement?

Decay happens on its own, but not always fast

Sometimes there’s still something left, and that’s when I step in

(Chorus)

I clear out graves, push bones aside

What was once a person is now rotten and dry

No flowers, no candles, no final farewell

Just a bone here, a tooth there whatever works

(Verse 2)

Sometimes I hear a crack, like something’s moving

But no, it’s just how death keeps decomposing

An old skull with a golden tooth

Well, at least that’s something

(Pre-Chorus)

Some still look pretty neat

Others are just a soup of time

Doesn’t matter, they have to go

Because grave rent doesn’t last forever, you know

(Chorus)

I clear out graves, push bones aside

What was once a person is now rotten and dry

No flowers, no candles, no final farewell

Just a bone here, a tooth there whatever works

(Bridge)

Sometimes I wonder, who will dig me up one day?

Will I lie there too, under someone’s spade?

Or will I just vanish, dissolved in the ground

A grinning skull, like every lost soul

(Outro)

Ah well, until then, I’ll just do my thing

With a shovel in my hand and a dark sense of humor within

And if you ever end up here, just know this for sure:

I’ll come for you… but not for your blood

©️2025 - by DeathRups