Letra da Música: Hole In One - Desaparecidos

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