Fast Food Chronicles: Life of a minimum wage slave
I applied, but didn’t see it comin’
Getting paid, but had to keep on runnin’
Workers late, but none of it mattered
‘Cause nothing could fix this Fast Food disaster
I check in, everything’s pretty crazy
But eveyone's complainin’ that the the newbies are lazy
I leave the shift with ice cream blood on my arms
The workplace is like animals loose on a farm
5 AM, restockin’ cups and whip cream
No rest when things need to get “clean”
The money earned will be a basis
Before my manager knows it, I'll be going places
The orders come in, who’s doing car hoppin’?
Is that cream pie? No, that’s cheesecake without toppin’
Workers impress by being fly skaters
Too bad guys had to wait 20 minute for their tators
Food on the floor but who wants to clean it, though?
Trash is overfilled but who would we be cleanin’ for?
Money made but min. wage slaves don’t get pay
We say our shift ended but he wants us to stay
You get out at 7? Nah, you’ll stay until 11
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