Don't call me grave robber
I'm a man of science
People call me murderer
They're just spreading lies
Resurrection man
Your body is mine
Resurrection man
I'll have you when you die
Prowling round the dark alleys
Like within a dream
Softly hissing gaslighting
No one can hear you scream
Doctors they all pay me well
I spend it all on booze
If I ever get convicted
I'll face the hangman's noose
After death I'll get dissected
A form of irony
My skeleton will be on view
Immortality
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