(Verse)|The band director cheated on his wife|With the first chair clarinet |So her boyfriend blacked his eye|Missed the district tournament||And I heard at the nail salon |Preacher Paul likes to wear a dress|And half the soccer moms |Are hooked on Percocet |Or speed, or weed||(Chorus)|But it's all white picket fences|It's all pink and purple pansies|It's the face of small town grace|The perfect place to raise a family|We're all scandal, we're all scripture|We're all smiling for the picture|Yeah it's all right cause|It's all white picket fences||(Verse)|That city's full of sin |Pollution and pedophiles |Hookers, thugs and heroin|Thank God it's 60 miles|From here'and we're||(Chorus)|All white picket fences|It's all pink and purple pansies|It's the face of small town grace|The perfect place to raise a family|We're all scandal, we're all scripture|We're all smiling for the picture|Yeah it's all right 'cause|It's all white picket fences|||(Bridge)|And we paint 'em twice a year|So the dirt'll disappear |You won't catch us startin' gossip|Oh, but we won't try to stop it||(Chorus)|'Cause it's all white picket fences|It's all pink and purple pansies|Population is never changin'|The only place I'd raise a family|We're all waves and we're all whispers|We're all posin' for the picture|Yeah it's all right cause|It's all white picket fences||Oh, it's all right cause|It's all white picket fences