Don’t know a lot about these guys but I like this tune. Popped up on Spotify one day while I was cutting the grass!
I was in Manchester in the rain
Stood grinnin’ at my phone, lookin’ fuckin’ insane
Cunts pushed by me, they were gettin’ the train
I thought “What would it take for that to derail?”
Lately, been a little not loose
Korn in the oven, Limp Bizkit in my brew
‘Cause reality blurs and I’m skippin’ on the true
Push away people I’m supposed to be close to
Havin’ peacetime key lime pecan pie
After heavin’ down a sausage and half a jar of brine
We’ve got the orders, we’re in the livin’ quarters
With a load of hotdogs and a heap of fuckin’ burgers
Where’s my resolve? I think you got it
Then you waddled out the room with it in your back pocket
Turn it up, mum, I’ve got prawns in my belly
And it’s Ken Dodd’s dad’s dog’s death on the telly
That’s a bop!
I wear noise cancelling headphones on the lawn tractor. I would never be able to hear music above the din of the whirring blades.
By “cutting the grass” do you mean sitting on the veranda sipping lemonade while members of a college women’s beach volleyball team do your landscaping?
Ha! Noise-canceling earbuds for me, which are probably doing more damage to my hearing than the beach volleyball team.
I like it.
I’ve pretty much convinced Mrs. Renfield that we should go with a lawn service since a friend keeps reminding me that his father and Alex Chilton both died after mowing the lawn. Of course I’ve left the volleyball girls out of the discussion thus far.