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 wide picket fence

Now both ends meet

Suffice it to say there's a time and a place, so I wait

For the tug of war, a new year for a fork

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

That burns at both our good ends

Two peas in a pod, a battle axe and a bastard child

Took one step more and went straight to the source

And to blend right in, they opened fire with their reject spin

To make ends meet

Suffice it to say there's a time and a place, so I wait

For the tug of war, a new year for a fork

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

That burns at both our good ends

So I'll crank the hotel crank

I'd rather go clean up the mess

And so I went

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Suffice it to say there's a time and a place, so I wait

For the tug of war, a new year for a fork

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

That burns at both our good ends