All of my life I been lied to
Just found out my boss makes 500 times what I do
And still wants to cut my hours back
To 39 and three quarters 'cause 40 gets you a health plan
And I got a feelin' I'm a need it
Losin' feelin' in my knees and my lower back
And I'm going back, trapped like a lower class clown
Hold a rat down, so we kill each other over cheddar
Keep us hungry so we never organize for nothing better
Just make it through the day, make it through the week

-- You Say Millionaire Like It's a Good Thing, Guante