Desaparecidos - Hole in One lyrics
[Desaparecidos - Hole in One lyrics]
A man at the bank said
Let's not talk percentages
Fourteen hour days, still two mortgages
You asked the state for aid
They gave you an ad campaign
That didn't help
You took your family to join
In the urban sprawl
You can't see the stars as well
But you're near the mall
Don't know where you stand no more
In line at the convenient store
That's way too long
You used to work your land
Fed a thousand mouths
Now you eat their shit for the money now
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's the one who does all the lecturing
"Oh they got their eighteen holes
Should tell them to dig one more
The dream is dead"
Won't eat their food or wear their clothes
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
Never mind the shit that I sing about
Cause, I'd sell myself to buy a fucking house
12, 000 square foot, 4 car garage
Tennis courts, swimming pool, and a backyard
I know it can seem like a lot
That's why I pay someone to clean it up
To clean it up my big house
Let's not talk percentages
Fourteen hour days, still two mortgages
You asked the state for aid
They gave you an ad campaign
That didn't help
You took your family to join
In the urban sprawl
You can't see the stars as well
But you're near the mall
Don't know where you stand no more
In line at the convenient store
That's way too long
You used to work your land
Fed a thousand mouths
Now you eat their shit for the money now
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's the one who does all the lecturing
"Oh they got their eighteen holes
Should tell them to dig one more
The dream is dead"
Won't eat their food or wear their clothes
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
Never mind the shit that I sing about
Cause, I'd sell myself to buy a fucking house
12, 000 square foot, 4 car garage
Tennis courts, swimming pool, and a backyard
I know it can seem like a lot
That's why I pay someone to clean it up
To clean it up my big house