Sweat on my brow grass under my feet
Another day my fate ain't so sweet
Blades spinning loud smell that old defeat
Morning sun rise I just turn away
Dread fills the air it's another work day
Bleeding knuckles on the handle gonna pay
Mowing that f*cking lawn
F*cking do not like
Mowing that f*cking lawn
F*cking do not like
Edge every corner till my soul gets sore
Life of relentless chore after chore
Blade meets the green I can't take it no more
Neighbors all stare like vultures they wait
Judging my lines my grass my fate
Routine killing me guess it's too late
Mowing that f*cking lawn
F*cking do not like
Mowing that f*cking lawn
F*cking do not like