In a quiet neighborhood, on a peaceful street Lived an old cunt, with a grudge running deep He hated the noise, the laughter, and the games Those little shits, driving him insane He'd yell and scream, "Stay off my fucking lawn!" But they'd just laugh and carry on Little did they know, the price they'd pay For pissing him off, on that fateful day Where have all the bastards gone? No more laughter, no more fun That fucker's lawn, it looks so green But beneath the surface, lies a darker scene "HOLY SHIT WILBUR, YOUR LAWN LOOKS FUCKING PRISTINE!" The neighbors wondered, where the brats had hidden No more games, no more bikes ridden They searched high and low, no trace to be found Of the little shits, buried underground In his garden, the grass grew tall Fertilized by the kids who dared to play ball Now they're one with the earth, a twisted fate For the little cunts, who played on his estate Where have all the bastards gone? No more laughter, no more fun That fucker's lawn, it looks so green But beneath the surface, lies a darker scene The old prick sits, on his porch with a grin No more noise, no more kids, no more din He sips his tea and admires his lawn Lush fucking green, from dusk till dawn Years have passed, and the legend grew Of the missing brats and the old fucker too Some say they ran away to faraway lands But the truth lies buried, by the old cunt's hands Now the lawn is silent, no more games to be had Just a haunting reminder, of a fate so sad So if you're a little cunt, with a noisy streak Beware the old bastard, with the grudge to keep Where have all the children gone? No more laughter, no more fun Grandpa's lawn, it looks so green But beneath the surface, lies a darker scene Stay off the lawn, you little cunts Respect your elders, or suffer affronts For if you don't, you'll join the rest Beneath the grass, composted and compressed For the perfect lawn, so green and pure A twisted tale of demonic allure So if you want to see another dawn "STAY OF GRANDPA'S FUCKING LAWN!" Where have all the children gone? No more laughter, no more fun Grandpa's lawn, it looks so green But beneath the surface, lies a darker scene Where have all the children gone? No more laughter, no more fun Grandpa's lawn, it looks so green But beneath the surface, lies a darker scene TEAR THAT SHIT UP GRANDPA!