Ghoul Wrangler Clutch
"Ghoul Wrangler" by Clutch, released in 2018, is a #Rock song that blends hard rock with elements of stoner rock. The lyrics explore themes of the supernatural, resilience, and confronting fears, using vivid imagery of wrangling ghouls as a metaphor for facing challenges. Its heavy riffs and catchy hooks contribute to its energetic appeal, resonating with fans of the genre. The song reflects Clutch's signature storytelling style, enhancing their cultural impact in the rock scene.
[Verse 1]
I hear a ruckus in the back, tall shadows on the wall
Mabel, won't you wake up? We got lawyers in the barn, yes we do
All the rumors, they're all true
Don't worry, baby, I know what to do
Many years ago there was a case of legalese
Thankfully my granddad handed down those ancient ways, yes he did
(Folk magic)
The real deal
Folk magic, hot off the grill
[Chorus]
Woo! Ghoul wrangler
Shut 'em down
Ghoul wrangler
Shut 'em down
Licensed and bonded
I should get a business card
Certified ghoul wrangler
[Verse 2]
I sneak up to the coop and see them chewing on the bones
Spitting backwards Latin at mobile phones, yes they were
Frothing at the mouth like rabid beasts
Diabolical to say the least
At the sight of me, they bare their flashing yellow claws
Bits of old, poor Chester White falling from their maws, yes they were
Hackles rose, air grew chill
Folk magic, hot off the grill
I hear a ruckus in the back, tall shadows on the wall
Mabel, won't you wake up? We got lawyers in the barn, yes we do
All the rumors, they're all true
Don't worry, baby, I know what to do
Many years ago there was a case of legalese
Thankfully my granddad handed down those ancient ways, yes he did
(Folk magic)
The real deal
Folk magic, hot off the grill
[Chorus]
Woo! Ghoul wrangler
Shut 'em down
Ghoul wrangler
Shut 'em down
Licensed and bonded
I should get a business card
Certified ghoul wrangler
[Verse 2]
I sneak up to the coop and see them chewing on the bones
Spitting backwards Latin at mobile phones, yes they were
Frothing at the mouth like rabid beasts
Diabolical to say the least
At the sight of me, they bare their flashing yellow claws
Bits of old, poor Chester White falling from their maws, yes they were
Hackles rose, air grew chill
Folk magic, hot off the grill
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