Pennsylvania Grave Digger

Sound Effects: Static, wind rattling, metal scraping

(Narrator, distorted)

Late night in Pennsylvania, you fools should shut your doors

There’s a crazy bastard loose, Hank the Grave Digger, leave him ignored

He got kicked out the asylum, now he’s creepin’ in the night

Don’t trip over tombstones, don’t look at the light

Sound Effects: Chain clinking, distant thunder

Hank’s got a shovel and a shit-eating grin

Climbing out graves, let the nightmare begin

You hear a bell toll, wolf howls raising hair

You step on the grass, motherfucker, don’t dare

Scream, shovel thud, gravel crunch

Intro

Radio static crackles in the night

Beware of the Pennsylvania Grave Digger known as Hank

Physical matter used to be a mental patient and now he haunts the graveyard

(Echoing church bell)

(Distant wolf howls)

(Someone digging dirt, shovel scraping)

(Footsteps crunching gravel)

(Idiot stumbling down the stairs)

Fuck shit shit shit

Chorus

The Grave Digger's out with a crooked grimace

Never trust the shadows, they know where he is

In the moonlit fog, he’s pissed and bitter

Stay the fuck away or you’re dinner

Post-Chorus

Hey, hey, hey

Grave Digger’s grinning in the dark

Hey, hey, hey

Rust on every broken heart

Verse 2

He’s sneaking through tombstones, muttering curses

Boots thick with mud from where the dirt stirs

A shovel on his shoulder, his eyes all wild

Cemetery king, foul-mouthed and vile

Pre-Chorus

He’s gone off the rails, no hope for reform

Bats filling the sky, chanting out hell is warm

Chorus

The Grave Digger’s out with a crooked grimace

Never trust the shadows, they know where he is

In the moonlit fog, he’s pissed and bitter

Stay the fuck away or you’re dinner

Post-Chorus

Hey, hey, hey

Grave Digger’s grinning in the dark

Hey, hey, hey

Rust on every broken heart

Bridge

Shovel hits bone, snap of a twig

He’s laughing, twisted, filthy as a pig

Scratches on tombstones, cold-soaked spit

Who the fuck would visit this graveyard pit

Guitar Solo

Verse 3

Flashlight flickers, there’s blood on his boots

Swearing at shadows, gnawing old roots

No priest, no prayers, just dead leaves

Rap Breakdown

(It’s the Grave Digger—yo, motherfucker, you listening? Listen close)

Dirty gloves, rust-stained, bloodshot stare

He’s laughing in the shadows, you ain’t safe anywhere

He’s crawling through the night, boots crunching up bones

Sick old bastard, bad news in your headphones

No angels here, just nasty intent

Spray paint the crypt, grave dirt for rent

You think you’re a badass, but you’re pissing your jeans

He’ll dig up your secrets, he feasts on your screams

Outro

Another empty grave and the Grave Digger’s howling

Rain pouring down, still no one’s prowling

Pennsylvania’s freak, damnation for free

You fuck with him, you’re history

Sound effect: dirt slamming, faraway laughter, footsteps fade

Outro

Another empty grave and the Grave Digger’s howling

Rain pouring down, still no one’s prowling

Pennsylvania’s freak, damnation for free

You fuck with him, you’re history

Sound effect: dirt slamming, faraway laughter, footsteps fade