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Picture perfect, sunny days
A perfect lawn and the bills are paid
We left the city just in time, before the rise of poverty and crime
We had three square meals, brand new toys
A dad is fond of his little boys
Oh, you could fix all your ills, with just a little bottle of pills
You said, the shutters were painted to meet regulations
Inside, the sign there was growing frustrations

What goes on behind closed doors? Nobody knows, nobody knows (x4) for sure
Had a glass of wine, maybe ten
Your mom's had a hard day again
Job's a drag, school's a bitch
I need something to scratch this itch
We had brand new cars, clothes, and skis
Sometimes church, but it's mostly TV
You don't get out alive
And when you try to leave, you had a drive
You say, the backyard is gorgeous, the fence is like a fortress
And everyday it gets harder to keep in my gardens

We all got something to hide, something to hide, something to hide - We're all livin' a lie, livin' a lie, livin' a lie (x3)
It's what's on the inside, that counts
So, what's on the inside?