Bon Ton Rouler - My Head Is My Shovel

A man stands accused asked questions in the light
While there's hung down people in a bar room fight
They say he's notorious, his friends overhyped
Authorities respond, he's a dead white type
He stumbles his shoulders
Closed, cloaked and clanked
While a body pushes past like a figurine spanked
His aliens cry makes no pity
For the rusty dirty stinking job city
Deep underneath, he casts a bladed eye
Towards a cold steel woman who thirsts for his thighs
Why don't you scrape this clay from my eyes
She says in a half, a half baked smile
Open the side door, i'll settle your score
The terrible mess you made is splattered on the floor
It's clearly too much for you to take
But this is your life boy, this is your day
She gazed once more at her in total silence
You can't break words
Cause Jesus hates violence
He rears her dress
But in a mirror breath
Like in days gone by
She stole his stealth
With a sticky tongue she says don't you worry
I'll break every bone, every bone in your body
He lowers his head, she lowers his head
She hits him well and kills him dead
My head is my shovel

Written by:
Michael Major

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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