Some dudes collect stamps, some collect...
He was digging in the dark, seeking historical sparks,
But he left a trail of breadcrumbs and some muddy-ass marks.
A hundred cold bodies in a basement suite,
Smelling like a mix of formaldehyde and defeat.
He’s a DIY scientist, a bone-stacking enthusiast,
But his operational security?
Definitely the scantiest.
He’s a grave robber, but he’s sloppy with it!
Digging up the past, then he’s dropping it!
Bone collector, but he lost the plot,
Left the shovel in the dirt while the evidence rot.
Sloppy, sloppy, yeah he’s messy with the skeletons,
Busted by the feds and his own lack of elegance.
Click-clack, ribcage, put it in a suitcase.
Forgot to wipe the DNA, look at his blue face.
He wanted a museum, he got a prison cell,
Turns out stealing ancestors doesn't end very well.
Keep your hands off the dead, man.
Rest in peace means stay in the ground.
