The Wife, The Kids, and The White Picket Fence

Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives

Had the ways and means to breach

The borders of easy street

And to blend right in

We all surrounded them

In a white picket fence

Now both ends meet

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place

So I wait

For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for

While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line

That burns at both our good ends

2 peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child

took one step more

and went straight to the source

and to blend right in

they opened fire with

their rain checks spent

to make ends meet

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place

So I wait

For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for

While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line

That burns at both our good ends

go on, paint the whole town red

I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess

And so I wait.

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place

So I wait

For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for

While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line

That burns at both our good ends