White Picket Fences
They 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 layed out before me
Nice and neat they'll bury me under
White Picket Fences

While the yellow moon shines on our faces
The coyotes trapped inside my skin are gnawing through their cages

I gotta get outta this town
Before my feet they grow roots into the ground

I can see my future layed out before me
Nice and neat they'll bury me under White Picket Fences