Minimum Wage Is a Gateway Drug

Yeah, I'm stealing cigarettes
 Selling them off to friends for rent
 Plus a pay check and still in debt?
 I'm asking how could it be?
 I know they know I'm beneath them
 Even homeless assholes know my name
 Now it's "urban flight" or a cell for the night
 You know it's all the same
 One can tell themselves about when going gets rough
 Determination just ain't enough
 When your overtime defines your life
 This American me
 This American me
 Tradition tells us home own
 But the time card's saying no go
 Now the suits are talking foreclose
 From sea to shining sea
 Time was a war time economy
 Was a silver lining to tragedy
 But even those with homes are now those alone
 In the land of the free
 I asked for nothing and I got it in spades
 Worked for a living and I earned a cage
 They say I look old for my age
 This American me
 This American me
 This American me
 This American, this American, this American
 This American me
 This American, this American, this American
 This American me
 This American, this American, this American
 This American me