The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
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