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I put in sixty a week, Nine to death, so to speak, All I make is the minimum wage, It drives me crazy, All I'm askin' 4 is a raise, Gotta give it to me, keep me doin' menial tasks, keep on smilin' at the masses, Am I fired? or am I hired? Burnt before I'd even started... I Wanna be a sage, I wanna die old, I'd rather make a little more lovin' High level of s.a.d. I earn my pay, suit your needs, Everyday in the machine, Is one day wasted, All I've always wanted to be, broken down, and left there, Give me a number, give me a mask, Make sure that you debase me You keep on wantin', keep on takin' You always get me started I wanna be a sage, I wanna die old I' d rather make a little more loving From Letras Mania