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Verse:
Clocked in at the golden arches, hair net on my head
Manager's named Karen, wish I'd stayed in bed
There's a dude in the ball pit, hasn't moved since Tuesday
And the ice cream machine's been broken since doomsday

Pre-Chorus:
My name tag says "Trainee" but I've been here three years
The fry cook's got a PhD, fighting back the tears
Someone's gonna pay for this, but baby it ain't me
'Cause I'm livin' that dollar-sixty over poverty

Chorus:
Welcome to the drive-thru of broken dreams
Where nothing's ever quite the way it seems
We're flipping burgers, slinging tacos, making subs all day
Minimum wage paradise, USA, USA
You want fries with that existential crisis, hon
We're all dead inside but the shift ain't done
Living that fast food life in polyester pants
Minimum wage paradise, this is our last dance

Verse:
Over at Taco Bell, there's a guy named Doug
Says he used to manage hedge funds before he pulled the plug
Now he's making chalupas with a thousand-yard stare
While his cousin rides a tiny horse through the parking lot out there

Verse:
Burger King's got Billy, he's missing half his teeth
Says the crown is ironic when you're living underneath
The poverty line, the state line, the line for government cheese
But he makes a killer Whopper if you say the magic word, please

Pre-Chorus:
There's Jared from the Subway, wait, not THAT Jared, nah
Just some dude named Jared who works at the Subway, ha
He's cutting cold cuts, living rough, smells like pepperoni dreams
In his sandwich artist apron, busting at the seams

Chorus:
Welcome to the drive-thru of broken dreams
Where nothing's ever quite the way it seems
We're flipping burgers, slinging tacos, making subs all day
Minimum wage paradise, USA, USA
You want fries with that existential crisis, hon
We're all dead inside but the shift ain't done
Living that fast food life in polyester pants
Minimum wage paradise, this is our last dance

Verse:
Wendy's got a bouncer, he's four-foot-three
Rides a miniature stallion, meanest dwarf you'll ever see
Kicked out seventeen Karens just this afternoon
Said no refunds on the Frosty like a badass cartoon

Verse:
There's a fight club in the freezer every other Friday night
Corporate doesn't know it but the meat guy's getting tight
We're all bonding over trauma and expired apple pies
Creating fellowship through chaos and supersized lies

Pre-Chorus:
Got a sociology degree, cool, here's your mop
The American dream's on aisle three, right past the slop
We're the backbone of this nation, keeping bellies full
While our bank accounts are emptier than the bathroom toilet roll

Chorus:
Welcome to the drive-thru of broken dreams
Where nothing's ever quite the way it seems
We're flipping burgers, slinging tacos, making subs all day
Minimum wage paradise, USA, USA
You want fries with that existential crisis, hon
We're all dead inside but the shift ain't done
Living that fast food life in polyester pants
Minimum wage paradise, this is our last dance

Bridge:
Uh yeah, can I get a number three with no pickles
Wait, what do you mean you can't remove pickles
Karen intensifies

Bridge:
We're scholars and dreamers in visors and gloves
Feeding America while getting no love
But we'll laugh through the pain, we'll dance through the grease
'Cause solidarity's the secret sauce, that's our masterpiece

Verse:
So here's to the workers with the permanent fryer burns
Making poverty wages while the whole world turns
We're the rednecks, the weirdos, the ones left behind
But we've got each other and we're losing our minds

Outro:
Yeah, we want fries with that
We all want fries with that
Minimum wage paradise
Now get back to work, your break's been over for five minutes