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I make $4.25barely enough to stay aliveand it sucks making minimum wagethe same as people half my agemy brain is turning into crudand my name might as well be mudwhat self-respect i had was lostwhen I call a primate boss
$4.25over 40 zillion servedand still you say what i deserveare the few dollars that i makewith all the profit you takeand I'm just another soldierin the army without a faceand who cares how I feelcause i can easily be replaced
$4.25
The next time you eat at a burger jointjust stop and thinkabout the money they're makinfor the shit they're takinand just how much it stinks
Someone with an attitude comes alongand says "these pickles don't belong""no sauce" "no onions" "easy on the mayo"drivin me buggy have me singin dayodayayowoman want cheeseburger, but she don't want no cheese
$4.25I have a dream and here's how it goesone day we'll all bond togetherand the young and the old and the mentally slowwon't work another day everand then Ronald and Jack, the King and Wendy toowill be the one's saying "
May I help you?"
Hope to see that daywhen I'm alivebut for now I'm makin
$4.25
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