White Picket Fence

<br>Out the door she walked slamming it behind her<br>I`m dialing the telephone.<br>dying just to find her<br>there I sit; master of all I survey<br>"she`ll crawl back on her hands and knees someday"<br>so I punched a hole in the wall with my fist<br>put on Julie London and I knocked back a fifth<br>"how come this shit always happens to me,<br>when I`m such a fucking sweetheart it`s a mystery."<br>I walked upstairs fell flat on my face<br>passed out and dreamed of a beautiful place<br>and when everything seemed to be going my way<br>I woke up in a puddle of puke where I lay.<br>I put the sheets in the washer<br>took the covers to the cleaners<br>as my head pounds, I get impatient and meaner<br>back at the houe I put the Tar Babies on<br>pulled out the poker and cleaned out the bong<br>and as the resin stars rising to my head<br>Ralphy starts thinking he`d be better off dead<br>somehow my life just seems so incomplete<br>waking up alone in the pukey sheets.<br>Well I`m not stupid just a little bit dense when I`m<br>wondering where the heck is my white picket fence,<br>house in the `burbs with the 2.3 brats<br>instead of living here with the vomit and the rats.<br>Well now I`m sitting here in my dingy little hovel<br>and I`m wishing that my life was a romance novel<br>sweep me off my feet, baby take me away<br>(I crawled back on my hands and knees today)<br>happily ever after we can live in my castle<br>even though dealing with me is just hassle after hassle<br>I`ll put up Mantovani we could dance on the ceiling<br>while I play out the same scene once more with feeling.<br>What`s my motivation? it don`t make no sense<br>where the heck is my white picket fence?<br>I thought love was gonna save my life<br>there ought to be a law against me having a wife<br>so out the door she walked slamming it behind her.