lawn mowing
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I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
The pain you feel when I run my blades along your body will always heal. I am the one who constantly puts you in place, I bring you down to your knees before my feet.
