Fast Food - by Erik Smith
frail mental structures
upside down cross
razor blade in my pocket
may i take your order?
the public doesn't know
they're spawning
thousands of us
in every city
treating us shitty
making us see society
making us hate sobriety
ready to kill the whole
and we're realizing our power
it's 8:15
we're taking showers
shaving
finding our nametags
hiding our weapons
you know
incase we let ourself slip
and turning up the radio
on the way to serve you
to serve you
to serve rude pricks like you
can't you see
when you look at me
feeling high and mighty
looking down on me
the hatred
the power
the truth
we are the youth
two hundred proof
ready to prove to you
we have brains
we feel pains
and inflict
you're the customer
in our business
see the commercials?
they aint like this
yeah, we smile
take it your way
but pay attention
mr. anal retentive
and see it another way
besides yours
the customer shows respect
and then recieves
don't you believe?
understand this
if it continues
it will be finished
you will deminish
and it will be remembered
and to you all
who cannot respect
who hate fast food workers
fast food WORKERS
you hate us?
you loathe us?
think we're bad people
pathetic sad horrible mad
think we're shit?
then stay out of it
don't come here
you don't go to goodwill right?
so why "dine" here tonight.
fuck you.
