Mowing Lawns

Up down the road, lady Obscured by snow Flakin' on the dashboard Radio talks The host was on about Mowing your lawns Cut your grass before Winter comes along Fee fi fo Fumbles and fall Through tears she calls Let her go he laughs She won't turn back Leaves snowy tracks Sat by the ice, lady Turns round to look Sink the knife Into the duckboard path She knows him too well He grabs his gun Over his head She has her fun All his love All her deeds All their bleeds Let her go he laughs She won't turn back Leaves snowy tracks