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
Its a [bad word] shame to discard inventory
Think outside the box if all else fails

Death is my business and business is good!

Theres a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
Theres profit to be made from the recent deceased

Skeletal remains are safe in the ossuary
Theyre quite stale and not worth a dime
Dont think me a fiend, this is strictly monetary
Fortune calls and Ill answer this time.

In this occupation timing is [bad word] 
matter of hours can plummet the price
The fact its a crime is simply incidental
Freshness is key, nothing else will suffice

Death is my business and business is good!

Theres a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
Theres profit to be made from the recent deceased

Midnight meetings inside the graveyard
 [bad word] numbers, breaking the earth
Im 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 [bad word] to keep your conscience
garden of riches rots in the ground

Death is my business and business is good!

Theres a grave robber at large
Ripping bodies from hallowed ground
Desecrate those who rest in peace
Theres profit to be made from the recent deceased

Death is my business and business is good