Hole In One

The man at the bank said, "Oh lets not talk percentages"

You work a fourteen hour day and still have two mortgages

You asked the state for aid

And they gave you an ad campaign, that didn't help

So you took your family and joined in the urban sprawl

Now you can't see the stars as well, but you're near the mall

You don't know where you stand no more

In line at some convenient store

That is way too long

You used to work your land, fed thousands of mouths

Now you eat their shit for the money now

You emptied your heart to fill your bank account

Well I should talk I'm just the same

Buy my records down at the corporate chain

I tell myself I shouldn't be ashamed

But I am!

Adolescence made her an activist

Now she is the one who does all the lecturing

They got eighteen holes

You should have told them to dig one more

The dream is dead

Won't eat their food or wear their clothes

She always wants to know where her money goes

But will shell it out for filling up her nose

So run it up I'll run my mouth

But never mind the shit

That I sing about because I'd sell myself to buy a fucking house

Twelve thousand square foot four car garage

Tennis court and swimming pool in the back yard

I know it can seem like a lot

But that is why I pay someone to clean it up

We'll clean it up

My big house!