Working 9 to 5 and then babysitting 6 to midnight
What a way to make a living
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I’ve been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that editor who published my article over sixty days ago and promised me payment in thirty
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free and that’s literally the only benefit of his job because management says he can’t collect tips unless he is an “independent contractor” and not an employee
I was working part-time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn’t like my kind
’Cause I was a bit too pregnant
I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox and I’ll Venmo you after the first of the — what? I thought it was a dime. Never mind, I don’t love rock and roll that much
I try to say goodbye and I choke
Try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
I ran out of anti-seizure medication after losing my health insurance last year
She works hard for the exposure
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the exposure
So you better pay her once you have enough Patreon supporters
’Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a girl which means that the only way to fully guarantee my rights over my own body is to accrue enough capital that I can get around the law if need be so, actually, yes I do think closing the wage gap should be a top priority for feminism, and what you call greed I call practicality
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to unionize