Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Every dawn breaks with a scream,
His mower's roar, a relentless stream.
No life beyond that yard of green,
Obsessed with blades, a sight obscene.
(Pre-Chorus)
No rest for the wicked, no pause in sight,
Mowing each day, from morning to night.
Lost in the grass, in his own strife,
His existence reduced to this suburban life.
(Chorus)
Loser neighbor, with his daily grind,
Mowing his lawn, his only bind.
No dreams to chase, no passions to strive,
Just endless circles on his grassy drive.
(Verse 1)
Every dawn breaks with a scream,
His mower's roar, a relentless stream.
No life beyond that yard of green,
Obsessed with blades, a sight obscene.
(Pre-Chorus)
No rest for the wicked, no pause in sight,
Mowing each day, from morning to night.
Lost in the grass, in his own strife,
His existence reduced to this suburban life.
(Chorus)
Loser neighbor, with his daily grind,
Mowing his lawn, his only bind.
No dreams to chase, no passions to strive,
Just endless circles on his grassy drive.
(Verse 2)
Underneath that sun, he toils away,
No purpose, no aim, just the same old fray.
Obsessive drone, a maddening sound,
As he mows his path, round and round.
(Pre-Chorus)
No friends to call, no joy in sight,
His mower's his mate, his only light.
Trapped in a cycle, of grass and strife,
His world confined to this suburban life.
(Chorus)
Loser neighbor, in his endless quest,
Mowing his lawn, without any rest.
No ambition, no dreams to ignite,
Just endless circles in his lawn's twilight.
(Bridge)
I've tried to understand, to reason why,
But his mower's roar, it's all a lie.
No life beyond those blades, just despair,
In his world of grass, he's unaware.
(Guitar Solo)
(Verse 1)
Every dawn breaks with a scream,
His mower's roar, a relentless stream.
No life beyond that yard of green,
Obsessed with blades, a sight obscene.
(Pre-Chorus)
No rest for the wicked, no pause in sight,
Mowing each day, from morning to night.
Lost in the grass, in his own strife,
His existence reduced to this suburban life.
(Chorus)
Loser neighbor, with his daily grind,
Mowing his lawn, his only bind.
No dreams to chase, no passions to strive,
Just endless circles on his grassy drive.
(Verse 2)
Underneath that sun, he toils away,
No purpose, no aim, just the same old fray.
Obsessive drone, a maddening sound,
As he mows his path, round and round.
(Pre-Chorus)
No friends to call, no joy in sight,
His mower's his mate, his only light.
Trapped in a cycle, of grass and strife,
His world confined to this suburban life.
(Chorus)
Loser neighbor, in his endless quest,
Mowing his lawn, without any rest.
No ambition, no dreams to ignite,
Just endless circles in his lawn's twilight.
(Bridge)
I've tried to understand, to reason why,
But his mower's roar, it's all a lie.
No life beyond those blades, just despair,
In his world of grass, he's unaware.
(Guitar Solo)
