White picket fences
Rather 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 laid out (before me now)
Nice and neat, they're burying 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 now)
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)
Ohhh
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