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