Arkhon The Graverobber

Have you ever thought about the dead and the way they rest
 Has it ever crossed your mind that things aren't always the best
 If you were six feet down in the dirt with not much meat on your carcass
 Life's bloody crook when you aint got one, trapped in a wooden casket
 Although being dead's not much fun, you've got at least one mate
 I'm not talking about the idiot above or the other bloke down below
 This mate of yours, he's a twisted soul, but he'll be there every night
 With his demented gaze and rusty old shovel, he's come to say hello
 At night he arrives with his bag of tricks
 He's Arkon the grave robber
 By the moonlight he digs the up the dirt
 To say "how ya going brother"
 He's Arkon the grave robber
 Fukken Arkon the grave robber
 Bronte, Waverly and big old Rookwood, all the dead are there
 So many shriveled up korpses, it's a fukking nightmare
 Arkon's got so many dead friends when he gets around
 At the hour of midnight he'll start digging up the ground
 Buried back in 666 it's a fukking long time since you were rotting
 Never mind, Arkon will make a call - you're his mate, not forgotten
 He digs through the dirt and opens your coffin, his face will give you a fright
 Stone the fukken crows mate it's Arkon in the dead of the night!
 At night he arrives with his bag of tricks
 He's Arkon the grave robber
 By the moonlight he digs up the dirt
 To say "how ya going brother"
 He's Arkon the grave robber
 Fukken Arkon the grave robber
 Although being dead's not much fun, you've got at least one mate
 I'm not talking about the idiot above or the other bloke down below
 This mate of yours, he's a twisted soul, but he'll be there every night
 With his demented gaze and rusty old shovel, he's come to say g'day
 "How ya going brother"
 Fukken Arkon the grave robber
 Arkon the grave fukken robber...