“Minimum Wage is a Gateway Drug” by The Dillinger Four

Yeah, I'm stealing cigarettes
Selling them off to friends for rent
Plus a pay check and still in debt?
I'm asking how could it be?

I know they know I'm beneath them
Even homeless assholes know my name
Now it's "urban flight" or a cell for the night
You know it's all the same

One can tell themselves about when going gets rough
Determination just ain't enough
When your overtime defines your life
This American me

This American me

Tradition tells us home own
But the time card's saying no go
Now the suits are talking foreclose
From sea to shining sea

Time was a war time economy
Was a silver lining to tragedy
But even those with homes are now those alone
In the land of the free

I asked for nothing and I got it in spades
Worked for a living and I earned a cage
They say I look old for my age
This American me

This American me
This American me

This American, this American, this American
This American me
This American, this American, this American
This American me

This American, this American, this American
This American me