The Suicide Machines - Little Home lyrics

rate me

White picket fence and yeah thats me

i've got a nice mowed lawn and a family

i make a little money, got a dog with a bone

cause i have a little mind and a nice little home

the milkman's here, wonder what he'll bring

the kids and beaver cleaver on the tire swing

the wife's in the kitchen cookin' a roast

i like my little mind and my little home

eat the rich and kill the poor, that's good for me

i've got a rusted yellow bucket and a case of V.D

i've got no money and i have no home

so step the fuck back and just leave me alone

The purple hearts here, wonder what they'll bring

the wife's in the bedroom having a fling

i think i'll drop it all

and head to the coast

i used to have a little mind and a nice little house