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Tytuł: Little Home

  • Wykonawca: Suicide Machines
  • Wy¶wietleń: 271
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