Letra:
the man at the bank said oh lets not talk percentage you work a fourteen hour day and still have two mortgages you asked the start 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 mouth now you ear 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 so 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'll gonna clean it up my big house
