Wife, The Kids, And The White Picket Fence Lyrics - Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True - Fair To Midland

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 white picket fence, now both ends meet 

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait 

For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for 

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 battleaxe and a bastard child 

Took one step more and went straight to the source 

And to blend right in, they opened fire with 

Their rain checks spent to make ends meet 

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait 

For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for 

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

That burns at both our good ends 

Go on, paint the whole town red 

I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess 

And so I wait 

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait 

For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull it for 

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

That burns at both our good ends