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!!!!!