I'm taking down the picket fence
The smell of coffee and cigarettes
Pry open the paint tin under the bed
Out with the white and in with the red
I'm taking down, I'm taking down
I'm taking down, I'm taking down the picket fence
He said no more, I cannot sit and swallow down each little bit
Existing just to count your sheep, the time has come now little Bow Peep
I'm taking down, I'm taking down
I'm taking down, I'm taking down the picket fence
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
I'm crawling round the dusty floor, the sun's wry fingers sneaking under my door
Good morning birds! in my defence!
I'm taking down that picket fence
I'm taking down, I'm taking down
I'm taking down, down, down, down, down
I'm taking down the picket fence