Little Home Lyrics - 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