Little Home lyrics

White picket fence and yeah that's me
I've got a nice mowed lawn and a family
I make a little money, got a dog with a bone
Cause i have a little mind and a nice little home

The milkman's here, wonder what he'll bring
The kids and beaver cleaver on the tire swing
The wife's in the kitchen cookin' a roast
I like my little mind and my little home

Eat the rich and kill the poor, that's good for me
I've got a rusted yellow bucket and a case of V.D
I've got no money and i have no home
So step the fuck back and just leave me alone

The purple hearts here, wonder what they'll bring
The wife's in the bedroom having a fling
I think i'll drop it all
And head to the coast
I used to have a little mind and a nice little house