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Verse 1]
Got a letter in the mailbox, red ink on the page,
“Your grass is three inches high”—prepare to feel the rage!
My mailbox is the wrong shade, apparently a crime,
They want beige on beige on beige, every house in line.
Trash can hit the curb at six-oh-five,
Apparently that means the neighborhood won’t survive.
Karen from the cul-de-sac is calling up the board,
I’m grabbing my lawnmower—this means fucking war!
[Chorus]
HEY! HEY! H.O.A!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY YARD!
Too much grass? NO WAY!
Wrong mailbox? NO WAY!
Trash can out past six?
THAT’S THE FINAL STRAW!
HEY! HEY! H.O.A!
YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Paint it red! Let it grow!
Leave the garbage by the road!
HEY! HEY! H.O.A—
FUCK YOU!
[Verse 2]
They said my garage door open hurts property value,
My barbecue’s too smoky and my garden’s “too unusual.”
Christmas lights stayed up until the middle of July,
They sent me seventeen warnings and a drone flew by.
“Your fence is painted blue”—yeah, guilty, I confess!
It’s not among the approved fifty-seven shades of beige!
They’ve got a rule for everything, a rule for every day,
There’s probably one that says you can’t fucking sneeze that way!
[Chorus]
HEY! HEY! H.O.A!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY YARD!
Too much grass? NO WAY!
Wrong mailbox? NO WAY!
Trash can out past six?
THAT’S THE FINAL STRAW!
HEY! HEY! H.O.A!
YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Paint it red! Let it grow!
Leave the garbage by the road!
HEY! HEY! H.O.A—
FUCK YOU!
[Bridge]
Six-oh-one! — TAKE THE TRASH IN!
Six-oh-two! — THEY’RE COMING AGAIN!
Six-oh-three! — THE GRASS IS TOO TALL!
Six-oh-four! — THEY’RE BANGING ON THE WALL!
Six-oh-five! — THE NEIGHBORHOOD’S DEAD!
Six-oh-six! — I PAINTED MY SHED!
Six-oh-seven! — CALL THE BOARD!
Six-oh-eight! — WE DECLARE WAR!
[Verse 3]
Fifty-dollar fine for a fucking garden gnome,
They said his hat was illegal—he needed to go home.
Basketball hoop? Violation! Christmas lights? Too bright!
Somebody photographed my driveway in the middle of the night.
We used to wave hello, now we’re gathering evidence,
Taking surveillance photos over minor inconveniences.
Tonight the whole subdivision’s gonna rise up from the lawn—
WE’RE LEAVING EVERY TRASH CAN OUT UNTIL DAWN!
[Final Chorus]
HEY! HEY! H.O.A!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY YARD!
Too much grass? NO WAY!
Wrong mailbox? NO WAY!
Trash can out past six?
THAT’S THE FINAL STRAW!
HEY! HEY! H.O.A!
YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Paint it red! Let it grow!
Leave the garbage by the road!
HEY! HEY! H.O.A—
FUCK YOU!
Details
GeneratedSep 15, 2026
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
Make, punk rock, fast beat, sounds like social distortion
Credits
Prompt byGreentoBlue124
ModelAria v6
