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Death, My Patron

from My Other Axe by My Other Axe

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I was robbing graves when I met you
You wouldn't lend a hand
I was robbing graves when I met you
You wouldn't lend a hand
You turned and you walked away,
I was back where I began

Got dirt under my nails
Sweat running down my cheek
Said, I got dirt under my nails
Sweat running down my cheek
I do not fear for the law
'Cause dead men do not speak

Death is my patron
He helps me pay my bills
Death is my patron
He helps me pay my bills
He gets me rent on the first
From bodies under these hills

You wouldn't lend a hand
To a man
In a jam
Trying to make his way
And make his pay
Industriously

And I understand
That you're a firebrand
Who if she can
Won't do a hard day's work
Honestly

I was robbing graves when I met you
You helped me over the fence
I was robbing graves when I met you
You helped me over the fence
I asked if you'd come along
You said you'd take ten percent

If your heart is troubled by the story that I said
I'm not the only one to make a dollar off the dead
Think about the church, the undertaker, and the fed
(No, no, no.)

Now you might be thinking that you're holier than me
At least I won't be making money off of the bereaved
Comfort for the mourning shouldn't come with pastors' fees
(No, no, no.)

Don't you pay attention to the nonsense that they spout
The liars and the con-men, let me tell you what I'm talking 'bout
Money's in the coffers, then they'll gladly see you out
(No, no, no.)

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from My Other Axe, released October 10, 2013

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