Текст песни Suicide Machines, The - Little Home, слова песни Suicide Machines, The

Текст песни Suicide Machines, The - Little Home

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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

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