Little Boxes

[Verse 1]
There was a lawyer named Joe employed to find loopholes
For brands like Nabisco to legalize fructose
Before he'd go to sleep at night he'd count his money
Made some good investments in his 20's (in the 80's)
He had a condo in Manhattan, a beachfront in Nantucket
A high-rise in Miami, and a wife with bun in the oven
Plus a side piece, a certified dime piece
He got a stomach virus, and they buried him five deep
Aunt Doreen was nailed to the TV
Her lifestyle contradicts her religious beliefs
She would talk about the box since menopause
Healthy as an ox with many mental scars
One day on her way home from mass
Her high heel slipped off the gas
Flipped her Grand Am head smashed, half through the windshield
They buried her with four other strangers in Pittsfield

[Hook]
A lawyer, and a copper and a doctor in the same casket
A junkie, and a baby and a hussie in the same casket
A rapper, and an athlete and a pastor in the same casket
A crossdresser and an executive professor in the same casket

[Verse 2]
Sleepy Scott got tattoos of tiny dots on the wrong side of the track marks he's on
His girl noticed when some money went missing
Most his friends did this shit with him
Caught hep C in Virginia, swapping syringes
Spike still in him when he heard a knock at the window
All of a sudden then the door got busted
Feds stormed in fuckin like they all was dusted
They turned scott’s mop to a pond
Left him leakin in the bathtub to rot
A chip for every arm, that’s the future
A bag on a boxcar headin for Chattanooga

Half a gram Pam scored well on exams
Brown hair, blue eyes, full ride to Yale
By spring semester she couldn’t take the pressure
She flunked her electives so she fucked the professor
And after he came in her she made him dinner
Lemon chicken and chocolate mousse cake for dessert
Pam dropped out when her seed popped out now her baby daddy’s leavin for Moscow
Pam panicked, blew a bag of yak and drove to her mans house frantic, stabbed him
Put the little bastard in her Jan sport backpack
(?)

[Hook]
A junkie and a baby and a hussy in the same casket
A cross dresser an exec and a professor in the same casket
A jehova a baby and a soldier in the same casket
A baker a painter and a faker in the same casket

[Outro]
We’re all the same turning gray in the grave and they’ll bury us 5 deep to save a little space
A Mormon and a Muslim and a warden in the same casket
A chiropractor a gyno and an actor in the same casket
An ex and a baby and a vet in the same casket
With the masses
Food for maggots
Food for thought
Lunch for maggots