Letras
Okay, I'm gonna go out and mow the lawn, alright
Uh, okay. Just make sure it's on the one guard, and I'm gonna start, like, dinner, and whatever
Okay, so four
Yeah, no. How did you get four
Um, okay, so yeah, I'm gonna go out and do the lawn, okay
No, answer the question
Okay, good, bye
And on the handle, sun's burning down, grassy soil, it's taking the town
One hard pull, silence breaks, a gonk, a choke, the engine shakes, gas fume rising, sweat on my brow, neighbors Staring, it's happening now
Spark plugs fire, blades all scream, awakening the beast, suburban dream, lawnmower roar, all delight, cut Through silence, cut through strife, every sputter, every spark, turn the morning into arson
The mower coughed, the planks went still, grass half cut, on the side of the hill, we looked around, nothing left To take, time to hit the store, cash from the bank, we grabbed the can
The label went green, didn't read the fine print, didn't see the sheen, fuels, fuels, we laughed and walked out the Door, loaded up, wanted to cut some more
We bought it in, the smell was wrong, prompting felt off, but we kept rolling on
Ball to guard, yanked the motor, growled like a monster alarm, black smoke rises, neighbors all stared, we just Shrugged and we didn't care, the engine wheezed, the engine cried, the diesel burned, but the mower nearly Died
Now we're stuck with a buzzing machine, oil stain hands in backyard scene, the grass still tall, the days feel Long, burning in our heads, it's still a song, diesel dreams, in a gasoline world, mower screaming, smoke Unfurled, we tried to run, but the best buds won, we don't know the crash, so I'm gonna pass out
Goddamn mower, why you died, I bought it in the diesel, now I'm fucking dry, smoke in my lungs, black tears In my eyes, this fucking machine just said goodbye, the blades are bent, the crowd won't pull, the yard looks Like shit, my heart's filled all, I kicked the frame, till my foot went sore, screaming, fuck this mower, go to the Hardware store
Neighbors laughing, I don't care, I'm on my knees, porn at my hair, I goddamn mourn, turn into war, I lost the Fucking loss, I can't fight no more, hands are greasy, got all torn, this mower's grave is in the place I mourn
Fuck the gas, fuck the spark, fuck the blades, this bastard machine just dug my grave
I cried, I cursed, I smashed my fist, life's a bitch and it ends like this, from the first pull start, to the final breath, This fucking mower's mad
Rest in peace, you piece of shit, I gave you my love, you gave me spit, tears and curses on the summer breeze
Fuck this mower, bring me to my knees, I don't care about it anymore
Walked through the aisles, I graved on a machine, through shiny red paint, blade sharp and clean, salesman Grinning, says the one's the best, but I still smell diesel on my toes
Every mower looks me dead in the eyes, like it knows I'm the reason they die, whispers of engines, ghosts in The store, don't trust him, he'll kill you more
I swear on my life, no diesels this time, only pure gas, and maybe a rhyme, hands on the handle, I swear I'll be True, no fucked up fuel, I'll take care of you
Neighbors watching, they know my shame, they saw the smoke, they heard my pain, now I'm the guy who cries In the yard, picking his mower like a pick a guard, I'll treat this one like holy shrines
I swear on my life, no diesels this time, only pure gas, and maybe a rhyme, hands on the handle, I'll treat this One like holy shrines
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!