Log in

No account? Create an account

amandasveganxxx's Journal

31 May
External Services:
  • amandasveganxxx@livejournal.com
Man at the bank said: "Let's not talk percentages.
Fourteen hour day, still two mortgages.
Asked the state for aid and 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 in a convenient store that's way too long

Used to work your land, fed thousands of 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

Adolescence made her an activist
Now she's the one who does all the lecturing
"They got their eighteen holes!
Should have 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
Will shell it out for filling up her nose

So run it up. I'll run my mouth
Never mind the shit that I sing about
Cos I'd sell myself to buy a fucking house

Twelve thousand square foot, four car garage
Tennis court & swimming pool in the back yard
I know it can seem like a lot
That is why I pay someone to clean it up

We're gonna clean it up.
My big house.