I put in sixty a week,
Nine to death, so to speak,
All I make is the minimum wage,
It drives me crazy,
All I'm askin' 4 is a raise,
Gotta give it to me,
keep me doin' menial tasks,
keep on smilin' at the masses,
Am I fired? or am I hired?
Burnt before I'd even started...

I Wanna be a sage, I wanna die old,
I'd rather make a little more lovin'

High level of s.a.d.
I earn my pay, suit your needs,
Everyday in the machine,
Is one day wasted,
All I've always wanted to be,
broken down, and left there,
Give me a number, give me a mask,
Make sure that you debase me
You keep on wantin', keep on takin'
You always get me started

I wanna be a sage, I wanna die old
I' d rather make a little more loving

Lyrics submitted by Count Zero

Dangerously Economic song meanings
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