Adam Selzer
The Big Bad Retail Wasteland
On a summer's day in the month of MayCame a twentysomethingish slob.He was strapped for cash as a recent crashHad cost him his dot-com jobHe was heading for a land wear you sweep the floorSeventeen times an hour or moreWere you work all day for little payIn the big bad retail wastelandIn the Big Bad Retail WastelandYou'll never need your brainJust smile and nod and apologizeUntil you go insaneAnd though they may make promisesYou'll never get a raiseOh the hours are lame and the jobs mundaneAnd you have to wear a tag that displays your nameIn the big bad retail wastelandThe customers are the biggest dopesWho've ever been let looseUnless you count the managerWho's dumber than a mooseThe days are all routinizedAnd always just the sameThey'll be overjoyed when your skills are voidLetras de cancionesThey'll replace you ass with a shiney new droidIn the big bad retail wastelandIn the big bad retail wastelandThe little guy never winsHe'll go right out of businessWhen the new Wal Mart goes inAnd the union organizersAre simply shot on sightYou get home and then pray like all good menThat the slime that ate cleveland will get hungry againFor the big bad retail wastelandAfter just a day you'll be glad to sayYou wanna hang the jerk that invented workAnd drown the slobs with the cushy jobAnd smother the schmuck who has all the luckAnd murder the guys in the power tiesAnd blow up the town where it all goes downYour college degree will be worth less than zeroIn the big bad retail wasteland
From Letras Mania