Hole In One

The man at the bank said "Let's 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

You can 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

"Those assholes got their eighteen holes!

You should have told them to dig one more! Your dream is dead!"

She 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're gonna clean it up. My big house