I Drive a Lawn Mower
Well, I hate to be the bearer of rad news
But as of recently, as if through a cathode ray tube
Several simple messages sailed from me to you
What's up, dude
Not much, how are you
Sometimes when I look back
And see that glassed bastard grin
I just can't help but laugh
Laugh at his state of pure content
The next thing I know, I'm right back there again
Wading still through the silence upstream
Smile on the bread
Smile on the rusted ax
Smile on the centipede and frown upon the gnat
Smile on the masters
Smile on constraint
Smile on all save those that you were taught to hate
Foaming at the lips
Back hunched, and it's on all fours
You sick son of a bitch
A thigh dotted with pink bed sores
Tell me why you didn't call the fucking nurse
Tell me why your scleras are sunburnt
Maybe I'm just missing a blatant, vital point
You've got great mental health, so why come here
Well, a hundred bucks a session seems like a golden, worthwhile chance
To brag about my total lack of fear
Smile at the nun
Smile at the squid
Smile in the rust yard, and frown up at the lid
Smile at the canvas
Smile at the sand
Smile at all save those you were taught to reprimand
And if you want the world
You're bullshit out of luck
All anyone will ever get
Is just a three pound chunk
But as of recently, as if through a cathode ray tube
Several simple messages sailed from me to you
What's up, dude
Not much, how are you
Sometimes when I look back
And see that glassed bastard grin
I just can't help but laugh
Laugh at his state of pure content
The next thing I know, I'm right back there again
Wading still through the silence upstream
Smile on the bread
Smile on the rusted ax
Smile on the centipede and frown upon the gnat
Smile on the masters
Smile on constraint
Smile on all save those that you were taught to hate
Foaming at the lips
Back hunched, and it's on all fours
You sick son of a bitch
A thigh dotted with pink bed sores
Tell me why you didn't call the fucking nurse
Tell me why your scleras are sunburnt
Maybe I'm just missing a blatant, vital point
You've got great mental health, so why come here
Well, a hundred bucks a session seems like a golden, worthwhile chance
To brag about my total lack of fear
Smile at the nun
Smile at the squid
Smile in the rust yard, and frown up at the lid
Smile at the canvas
Smile at the sand
Smile at all save those you were taught to reprimand
And if you want the world
You're bullshit out of luck
All anyone will ever get
Is just a three pound chunk
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Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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