Drastic times call for drastic measures and as the dire doldrums of the 19th century set in, a new type of business opportunity presents itself to an enterprising few. Sickness ravages the streets, Modern medicine lingers in its infancy, and the human body still remains a mystery. When all is lost, sometimes the only way for a civilization to forge ahead, is to act uncivilized. Experiments must be executed, dissections must be conducted, answers must be found, but most of all, test subjects must be procured. The work of a grave robber is ghastly and dangerous indeed, but if you toss your conscious into the wind there are untold riches to be made from the recent deceased. Grave Robber At Large is one of the many terrible tales you can look forward to hearing from the twisted duo known as Creature Feature.
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There is something strange down by the cemetery
Emptying the graves left and right
Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings
Underneath the pale moonlight
Curse the day they invented the crematory
What a foolish waste of potential sales
It’s a damn shame to discard inventory
Think outside the box if all else fails
Death is my business and business is good!
There’s a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
There’s profit to be made from the recent deceased
Skeletal remains are safe in the ossuary
They’re quite stale and not worth a dime
Don’t think me a fiend, this is strictly monetary
Fortune calls and I’ll answer this time.
In this occupation timing is instrumental
A matter of hours can plummet the price
The fact it’s a crime is simply incidental
Freshness is key, nothing else will suffice
Death is my business and business is good!
There’s a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
There’s profit to be made from the recent deceased
Midnight meetings inside the graveyard
Crunching numbers, breaking the earth
I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty
Even if things seem a bit perverse
Though these deeds weigh heavy on my soul
I will no doubt sleep perfectly sound
While you struggle to keep your conscience
A garden of riches rots in the ground
Death is my business and business is good!
There’s a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
There’s profit to be made from the recent deceased