Retail Hell 歌词

It pays the lowest wage Its considered a job 10X10 foot cage They say it's 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 let's play the same old game Of who’s going home alone It's 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 I'm just acting, acting my age Crying in every song My life's the saddest sight