Grave Robber کے بول

I'm headin' out lookin' for buried treasure I'm goin' round to dig up some old cadavers All that I've found is dusty old tired and hollow Still pull 'em out I'll melt 'em down into a dollar I heard them bodies are buried in jewelry They lay 'em with their secrets between their teeth I heard their eyes are covered in wheat pennies They fill all their bones up with ivory But what I discovered is not what I remember These bones are rather rough and altogether weathered I can make the best of most of anything, I don't want to consider So here I am in a hole, holding up another My mind is playin' tricks on me Nothin' that I see is, what it seems So I'm just about sick of all the climbing out I might stay down someone else dig me out