White Picket Fences

White picket fences

Rather feel like prison sentences.

There's a black sky high above me.

At night I hear it calling out to me.

I can see my future laid out (before me now)

Nice and neat, they're burying me under

White picket fences

White picket fences

When the yellow moon shines on our faces

The coyotes trapped inside my skin are gnawing through their cages.

I gotta get out of this town

Before my feet dare grow roots into the ground.

I can see my future laid out (before me now)

Nice and neat, they're burying me under

White picket fences

White picket fences

(Break me out of this town)

(Bury me, bury me, bury me under)

Ohhh

Bury me, bury me, bury me under

I gotta get out of this town

Before my feet dare grow roots into the ground

White picket fences

White picket fences

White picket fences

White picket fences