I understand I gotta work to live And a job can Set me straight But these crowds of Stupid idiots Fill me with Seething rage It's a miracle They arent sent To special help Cuz talking to them I swear to God Makes me wanna Suck some dick and kill myself
I cant stand everybody That's in fast food Work 3 days yet They keep me in a shit mood My anger's filling up so high It makes no sense The willpower needed to Not rip your intestines Everybody thinks Employee discounts makes The living well But what they dont know Is that fast food is a Living hell They act entitled And lie about The order that they made So we either give them free stuff Or corporate takes our names
I want you to burn I want you to rot
You bring your kids and Let them run around Then get mad at us When they fall on the ground You curse to our face when You dont have a table But the place is right in front of you Did you think you'd be able Customers lose Common sense All because of a uniformed Servant We are meant to Bring you food We're not a slave To youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
