Mrs. Modern Home Lyrics

On the cover and the centerfold
In this month's issue of Mrs. Modern Home

They can't wait for guests to arrive
I've seen her inside, shining knives
He's out back
He's tending to the lawn
Talk, talk, talk
What they say
I've got, got, got
To get away
Wait, wait, wait
I'm patient baby
You're late, late, late
My patient lady
Homes in hills are chic and glamorous
But this one's not, it's drunk and adulterous

Tonight these hills are filled
As we sing in unison
Let us in, let us in
The children need their medicine
Brick by brick, this house was built on sinking soil