$4.25$ lyrics

I make 4.25. Barely enough to stay alive. It sucks making minimum wage, the same as people half my age. My brain is turning into crud and my name might as well be mud. What self respect I had was lost when I call a primate boss. $4.25$ Over 40 billion served, and still you say what I deserve is the few dollars that I make, with all the profit that you take. I'm just another soldier in your army without a face. Who cares how I feel 'cause I can easily be replaced. $4.25$ The next time you eat at a burger joint just stop and think about the money they're making for the shit they're taking and just how much that stinks. Someone with an attitude comes along and says these pickles don't belong. No sauce, no onions, easy on the mayo. Driving me buggy have me singing Day-O Day-a-e-o, woman want a cheeseburger but she don't want no cheese. $4.25$ I have a dream and here's how it goes. One day we'll all band together. The young, and the old, and the mentally slow won't work another day ever. Ronald, Jack, the King, and Wendy too, will be the ones saying "May I help you?" I hope to see that day when I'm alive, but for now I'm making 4.25. $4.25$
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