Working for Free

Do ya do ya want me want me working for free Come on tell me, do you want my money Do ya do ya want me want me working for free I can tell the way you're walking on me Do ya do ya want me want me down on my knees I'm begging you for a wage, please, come on (You get it, you want it, you take it, you got it The value, the labor, the profit, the product) Do ya do ya want me want me struggling? Come on, you think that poverty's a role-play, baby? (The worker, the smothered, Dickensian sucker The server, subaltern, the self and the other) Do ya do ya want me want me working for free You feel entitled to determine my pay, huh? You want a rock-bottom rate, 'cause you're there to appraise The value of emotional labor? Do ya do ya want me want me smiling, co-signed If I bow, is that appropriate behavior? You know I hear the word of god through the customer's mouth I survive by the kindness of strangers This precarious wager, the structural danger The uncertain nature, the conscious erasure That's not a bug, that's a feature (The value, the labor, the profit, the product The worker, the smothered, Dickensian sucker The server, subaltern, the self and the other The givers, the tippers, the buyers, the users The bosses, the owners, the hired, the doers You get it, you want it, you take it, you got it The value, the labor) When the world's run through the hands of unpaid labor Excess income trickles up from wealthy interns Who can afford to work for gratis and accumulated status Skipping line to a management wage while their bills are all paid The givers, the tippers, the buyers, the users The bosses, the owners, the hired, the doers The keepers, the makers, the havers, the favored The leisured contempt for precarious labor The worker, the smothered, Dickensian sucker The server, subaltern, the self and the other Directors, employers and lobbying lawyers United in making survival untenable