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White Picket Fences..
Why it feel like prison sentences?
There's a black god high above me, yeah
Right now i hear it calling out to me
I can see my future laid out (before me now)
And soon he will bury me under..

White Picket Fences!
White Picket Fences!

When the yellow moon shines on our faces
Like a horde is trapped inside my skin
And gnawing through their cages
I gotta.. get outta this town
Before my feet grow roots into the ground
I can see my future laid out (before me now)
And soon he will bury me under..

White Picket Fences!
White Picket Fences!
White Picket Fences..

(bury me, bury me, bury me under)
(Oooh)
(bury me, bury me, bury me under)
I gotta.. get outta this town
before my feet grow roots into the ground

White Picket Fences!
White Picket Fences!
White Picket Fences!

(bury me, bury me, bury me under)
White Picket Fences!
(bury me, bury me, bury me under)

White Picket Fences!

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