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WOOD AND WIRE (c)2008 Jefferson Pepper, American Fallout.com

I live in a box of wood and wire, heated by an artificial fire
Though freedom’s what I crave I’m really just a slave to my little box of wood and wire
I hung pretty pictures on the walls of snow capped mountains and cascading waterfalls
They remind me of the days when people roamed the plains instead of staying in our box of wood and wire
I’ve got a white picket fence, plastic pipes and vents and latex paint on gypsum and paper walls
Polyester carpet on the floor, who could ask for more but if you build it on the sand it’s bound to fall
I live in a box of wood and wire, a future once so bright now seems so dire
You see, I’ve mortgaged my whole life for a place to spend the night in my little box of wood and wire
I live in a box of wood and wire, If I said I was content I’d be a liar
When everything seems wrong I escape into my songs and play them on my box of wood and wire
I live in a box of wood and wire