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Arsonists Get All The Girls

Robando De Los Muertos

This cobble stone is now my home

The price of your head was enough

Even though it was a challenge

I still got you to give me all

I know I took it all

From the creases of your palm

This was your decision to deceive me

I claimed all you thieves stood by me

Steal, steal, steal

Sing with me in all of this glory

That you hold so dear to your heart

Walk upon graves that hold your wealth

They mean nothing (to you) but a cash cow

Searching for riches like a scavenger

Taking whatever you can get your hands on

Force fed demise before death

The dead is filthy

That's why I take from them

They stole from me

They will punish you as they punished me

Just a warning to those who choose to steal from the dead

Is the path for fools?

I have become saturated off the bones of the dead

Gaining profit from the deaths of others

Has become second nature