Hole in One
Desaparecidos Lyrics

The man at the bank said, "Oh lets not talk percentages"
The banker does not want to discuss the interest rates.

You work a fourteen hour day and still have two mortgages
You have to work long hours to pay off two mortgages.

You asked the state for aid
You requested assistance from the government.

And they gave you an ad campaign, that didn't help
The government's support was not effective, only a publicity campaign.

Now you can't see the stars as well, but you're near the mall
Due to urbanization, the view of stars is not good, but there are commercial options close by.

You don't know where you stand no more, In line at some convenient store, That is way too long
You have lost sense of your status and are tired of standing in long lines at a generic store.

You used to work your land, fed thousands of mouths, Now you eat their shit for the money now
You used to be a provider, but now you are forced to purchase overpriced, low-quality products instead of cooking your own meals.

You emptied your heart to fill your bank account
You have sacrificed your true values to earn money.

Well I should talk I'm just the same
The singer acknowledges they are hypocritical.

Buy my records down at the corporate chain
The music the singer creates is also commercialized and sold at stores.

I tell myself I shouldn't be ashamed
The singer argues that there is nothing wrong with being commercial.

But I am!
Nevertheless, the singer feels ashamed.

Adolescence made her an activist, Now she is the one who does all the lecturing
The girl was passionate about social movements as a teenager, but now she is condescending towards others who have not moved at her pace.

They got eighteen holes, You should have told them to dig one more, The dream is dead
There are no more options for success, The game is over.

Won't eat their food or wear their clothes
She prefers not to consume products from certain businesses.

She always wants to know where her money goes, But will shell it out for filling up her nose
She is curious about where her money is spent, but she will spend it on drugs.

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
The singer is aware that they contradicts themselves with their lyrics, but ultimately they care more about money than being truthful.

Twelve thousand square foot four car garage, Tennis court and swimming pool in the back yard
The singer ironically boasts about their luxurious home amenities.

I know it can seem like a lot, But that is why I pay someone to clean it up
The singer recognizes their possessions may seem excessive, but they justify it by hiring people to maintain it.

We'll clean it up, My big house!
The singer concludes with a statement of pride about their big house and its upkeep.