Putting Yourself In Someone Else's American Dream
I’m a young woman living the American dream
working in a fast food restaurant
this is not what I dreamed of but
I got to be supporting my family,
to make them proud
Working in the McDonalds restaurant is my American dream
Flipping Big Macs, Serving them, calling customers names,
and writing on the burgers with mayonnaise
They don’t know what’s in the burgers
so they won’t know what’s inside that will kill them
I dropped a few burgers on the floor
I don’t tell them, just pick it back up
& act like nothing happened, they won’t know
McDonalds is my American dream
Ice cubes from the dispensers are as cold as the winter skies
playing a role for the drinks, that are nastier then you think
not knowing where your meat comes from
but the workers still cooks them serve it on a bun for you
that’s my job and the American dream
nothing can beat that!
That’s the American dream I’m living in, what about you?
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