It pays the lowest wage

Its considered a job

10x10 foot cage

They say its better than the rest

I’m a part time slave at best

Over worked and under-paid

No matter what you say

I always end up wrong

Broke, no chance of gold

So lets play the same old game

Of who’s going home alone

Its your soul you’ve sold

This rent, this place

The pressure sinks in for days

And I'm lost again with no fucking answers

Somehow you make more than me

I travel for minimal shifts and work my goddamn ass off

While you get to go on “sick leave”

At 9am this gate

Opens for world

For the most part I still hate

And your turnover rate

We all know is a joke

So I’m spitting on its grave

If ranting on this stage

Means I'm doing something wrong

Its never felt so right

Im just acting, acting my age

Crying in every song

My life's the saddest sight