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
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