"Shovelhead" lyrics
A guttural groan that could wake up the dead
Ribcages rattled by bad vibes from my shovelhead
Somnambulant corpses, quaking with dread
At each displacement of dirt overturned by my shovelhead
Waylaid by the blade of the spade you are splayed
Engines unleashed, upon the deceased
Exhumed from the tomb, muffler fumes seal your doom
Grave-grime disturbed, coffins unearthed - dig?
Bursting out of the grave, by the motor's song led
A legion of ghouls, disentombed by my shovelhead
Thundering down the road, on a trail splattered red
Hide your head or you'll lose it, to the point of my shovelhead
Of my shovelhead
Ribcages rattled by bad vibes from my shovelhead
Somnambulant corpses, quaking with dread
At each displacement of dirt overturned by my shovelhead
Waylaid by the blade of the spade you are splayed
Engines unleashed, upon the deceased
Exhumed from the tomb, muffler fumes seal your doom
Grave-grime disturbed, coffins unearthed - dig?
Bursting out of the grave, by the motor's song led
A legion of ghouls, disentombed by my shovelhead
Thundering down the road, on a trail splattered red
Hide your head or you'll lose it, to the point of my shovelhead
Of my shovelhead
Writer(s): Michael Hamilton, Sublett Ross Victor, Sebastian Anthony Phillips, Ross Sublett
