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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 you

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