Sow how’s New England
In perpetual autumn and winter?
After all did you get what you asked for?
A farmhouse with parquet floors

How’s the hypocrite?
Are the vitamins working?
I’ll bet you’ll just fake it till your point is made
I’m getting mean in my old age

Not gonna lie
Not gonna lie
I hope you
I hope you hate New England

So how’s the country living?
How’s the rural life?
Call me names like I care
But I know you’re still a wife
Did I get that four letter word right?

You wanna judge
So I’ll just wait
Sit back and watch as your
Self-righteous plans just disintegrate
It’s quite a twist of fate