Shovelhead 歌词

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