White Picket Fences

White picket fences

Where they feel like prison sentences

There's a black sky

High above me

One night I hear it calling out to me

I can see my future laid out before me

Nice and neat

They'll bury 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

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)

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