Little Boxes

Lyrics

[Verse 1] There was a lawyer named Joe employed to find loopholes For brands like Nabisco to legalize fructose Before he'd go to sleep at night he'd count his money Made some good investments in his 20's (in the 80's) He had a condo in Manhattan, a beachfront in Nantucket A high-rise in Miami, and a wife with bun in the oven Plus a side piece, a certified dime piece He got a stomach virus, and they buried him five deep Aunt Doreen was nailed to the TV Her lifestyle contradicts her religious beliefs She would talk about the box since menopause Healthy as an ox with many mental scars One day on her way home from mass Her high heel slipped off the gas Flipped her Grand Am head smashed, half through the windshield They buried her with four other strangers in Pittsfield [Hook] A lawyer, and a copper and a doctor in the same casket A junkie, and a baby and a hussie in the same casket A rapper, and an athlete and a pastor in the same casket A crossdresser and an executive professor in the same casket [Verse 2] Sleepy Scott got tattoos of tiny dots on the wrong side of the track marks he's on His girl noticed when some money went missing Most his friends did this shit with him Caught hep C in Virginia, swapping syringes Spike still in him when he heard a knock at the window All of a sudden then the door got busted Feds stormed in fuckin like they all was dusted They turned scott's mop to a pond Left him leakin in the bathtub to rot A chip for every arm, that's the future A bag on a boxcar headin for Chattanooga Half a gram Pam scored well on exams Brown hair, blue eyes, full ride to Yale By spring semester she couldn't take the pressure She flunked her electives so she fucked the professor And after he came in her she made him dinner Lemon chicken and chocolate mousse cake for dessert Pam dropped out when her seed popped out now her baby daddy's leavin for Moscow Pam panicked, blew a bag of yak and drove to her mans house frantic, stabbed him Put the little bastard in her Jan sport backpack (?) [Hook] A junkie and a baby and a hussy in the same casket A cross dresser an exec and a professor in the same casket A jehova a baby and a soldier in the same casket A baker a painter and a faker in the same casket [Outro] We're all the same turning gray in the grave and they'll bury us 5 deep to save a little space A Mormon and a Muslim and a warden in the same casket A chiropractor a gyno and an actor in the same casket An ex and a baby and a vet in the same casket With the masses Food for maggots Food for thought Lunch for maggots