Cold Cold Ground

Running round old London Town A shovel in my hand I'm a little shady but I'm still a working man Creeping round the alleyways I knows a little church Gates are locked I'll push my cart Let's see just what it's worth Well I dig and I dig in the old bone yard I never do make a sound Packs up what I find down there Lying deep in the cold cold ground A lot of people frown on me And look down on my work Not quite an honest living But I give it all I'm worth Bodies for the doctors To take and cut apart Perhaps a little jewelry I'll chuck it on the cart Well I dig and I dig in the old bone yard I never do make a sound Packs up what I find down there Lying deep in the cold cold ground Digging digging digging digging digging All the night I've been sweating buckets But I'll make my rent alright A lot of people frown on me And look down on my work Not quite an honest living But I give it all I'm worth Bodies for the doctors To take and cut apart Perhaps a little jewelry I'll chuck it on the cart Well I dig and I dig in the old bone yard I never do make a sound Packs up what I find down there Lying deep in the cold cold ground Mind your own business if you see me Working hard late at night Don't ask no stupid questions Then you'll be alright Banging on the doctors door It is the dead of night I hope he opens quickly Because this one's a little ripe I got some place I wanna be the other side of town I got to get back down there to digging in the ground Well I dig and I dig in the old bone yard I never do make a sound I Packs up what I find down there Lying deep in the cold cold ground Lying deep in the cold cold ground Lying deep in the cold cold ground Lying deep in the cold cold ground