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It’s six to two Then staying till close It’s overtime Trying to find Someone to watch the kids It’s broken down car When your job Is out of town It’s trying to decide If you keep the lights While eating Ramon tonight Or if you eat something Just a little more tasty It’s a bottle of no doz Cups of coffee Twenty four ounce soda Energy drinks That rot your teeth But falling asleep On your aching feet Isn’t an option It is exhaustion So deep that you can’t think Tension so painful That you can’t sleep It’s a frustrated boss Taking it out on you No matter what you do Because you are there It’s grease so thick That you can’t wash it Out of your greying and receding hair It’s numbing your spirit All week long And hoping you don’t get called in On your day off Cause you can’t turn it down Cause you’re so far in debt That you might as well Be six feet under the ground It’s a ticket For something you didn’t do Based on a bus drivers Bad attitude Five hundred dollars And it also costs you Your license You lose your job You lose the lights You lose the water You lose your house You lose your kids Cause you are always One bad day From total devastation
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Minimum Wage Job or Total Devastation
It’s six to two Then staying till close It’s overtime Trying to find Someone to watch the kids It’s broken down car When your job Is out of town It’s trying to decide If you keep the lights While eating Ramon tonight Or if you eat something Just a little more tasty It’s a bottle of no doz Cups of coffee Twenty four ounce soda Energy drinks That rot your teeth But falling asleep On your aching feet Isn’t an option It is exhaustion So deep that you can’t think Tension so painful That you can’t sleep It’s a frustrated boss Taking it out on you No matter what you do Because you are there It’s grease so thick That you can’t wash it Out of your greying and receding hair It’s numbing your spirit All week long And hoping you don’t get called in On your day off Cause you can’t turn it down Cause you’re so far in debt That you might as well Be six feet under the ground It’s a ticket For something you didn’t do Based on a bus drivers Bad attitude Five hundred dollars And it also costs you Your license You lose your job You lose the lights You lose the water You lose your house You lose your kids Cause you are always One bad day From total devastation
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
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