Dont Mow Your Lawn by Elliott J. Fox Lyrics
We mow our lawns cause someone said “that’s a good idea
We should measure ourselves against the nukes next door
So we know who’s better
Who’s whiter
Who’s closer
To being the correct type of people to adore”
So I say, let it grow
Go let the HOA know
That they’re all a bunch of bitches
Racist ass karens
Who never got attention for the things they stole
They watch the world pass by
Through wine-red eyes
Have nothing in their lives
And just wanna feel control
Lawns are a leftover remnant of plantation life and slavehands
So when someone takes pride in them, that’s really what they mean
Lawns don’t attract much wildlife, lawn owners tend to use pesticides
Pesticides kill off the wildlife, just imagine you’re a bee!
(A sad little bee
With nothing left to eat)
We wear a suit cause someone said “here’s a good idea
We can sell ourselves to the men with cash
Spend all our time at an endless grind
For a tackybox life and a lawn with some grass
But we can’t let it grow
Too tall or they’ll know
That we’re all a bunch of fakers
Corporate undertakers
Portraying someone richer’s idea of success
And if someone complains to the HOA
Then we won’t be saved from a Karen in a dress
If there’s anything I could say
That you could take away
From this album, it’s this
Don’t mow your fucking lawn
We should measure ourselves against the nukes next door
So we know who’s better
Who’s whiter
Who’s closer
To being the correct type of people to adore”
So I say, let it grow
Go let the HOA know
That they’re all a bunch of bitches
Racist ass karens
Who never got attention for the things they stole
They watch the world pass by
Through wine-red eyes
Have nothing in their lives
And just wanna feel control
Lawns are a leftover remnant of plantation life and slavehands
So when someone takes pride in them, that’s really what they mean
Lawns don’t attract much wildlife, lawn owners tend to use pesticides
Pesticides kill off the wildlife, just imagine you’re a bee!
(A sad little bee
With nothing left to eat)
We wear a suit cause someone said “here’s a good idea
We can sell ourselves to the men with cash
Spend all our time at an endless grind
For a tackybox life and a lawn with some grass
But we can’t let it grow
Too tall or they’ll know
That we’re all a bunch of fakers
Corporate undertakers
Portraying someone richer’s idea of success
And if someone complains to the HOA
Then we won’t be saved from a Karen in a dress
If there’s anything I could say
That you could take away
From this album, it’s this
Don’t mow your fucking lawn