Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning, brush in my grip,
Paint on my shirt, and it’s startin’ to drip.
Neighbors walk by, they just point and laugh,
I’d rather wrestle sharks than face this task.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every plank’s a mile long,
This fence is singin’ its torture song.

[Chorus]
I hate paintin’ the fence, it’s killin’ my soul,
This endless nightmare, it swallows me whole.
I’d trade this brush for a chainsaw dance—
Yeah, paintin’ the fence don’t stand a chance!

[Verse 2]
Paint on my shoes, paint on my hair,
I painted the dog—don’t ask me where.
The sun’s beatin’ down, I’m losin’ my fight,
Who knew DIY could ruin your life?

[Pre-Chorus]
If hell has chores, I know the one—
It’s fences painted, one by one.

[Chorus]
I hate paintin’ the fence, it’s drivin’ me mad,
I’d rather karaoke with my dad.
Give me a stage, give me a chance,
Not splinters and drips in this stupid dance.

[Bridge]
I’ll never finish, it’s too damn tall,
By the time I’m done, I’ll repaint it all.
So hear me shout, my final decree—
This fence ain’t gettin’ no more of me!

[Final Chorus]
I hate paintin’ the fence, just bury me now,
With a brush in my hand and paint on my brow.
Yeah, I’ll scream it loud, in rock-god stance—
Down with the fence, and down with paint cans!

[Outro – half-spoken, raspy]
Paint this… paint that…
Fence, you can kiss my… grass.