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The man at the bank said, 'Oh, let's not talk percentages' You work a fourteen hour day, and still have two mortgages You asked the state for aid They gave you an ad campaign that didn't help You took your family and joined in the urban sprawl Can't see the stars as well but you're near the mall Don't know where you stand no more In line at a convenience store that's way too long 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
So adolescence made her an activist Now she's the one who does all the lecturing They got their eighteen holes She told 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 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, swimming pool, in the backyard I know it can seem like a lot That's why I pay someone to clean it up We're going to clean it up My big house
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