Robando De Los Muertos (Arsonists Get All The Girls)

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