Don't Hate Me For The Reward Lyrics

Eight o'clock AM and I haven't been up this early for weeks
Time to apply, all I do is lie
Grease up my hole and spread my cheeks
There's paint on my shoes, there's paint on my coat
The other applicant spent more on his clothes than I did on my quaaludes
I need a job, it's true
But I won't compete for you
You're fighting for crumbs while wearing hundred dollar shoes
You just make me wanna lose.

You plant your flag in me like I'm Iwo Jima
You want me dead like I was Ken Saro-Wiwa
I think I forgot just how to play you're stupid hiring game
I don't like what you like, I won't say that I do
And yes, everything you've heard about people like me is true
Don't work with the public well
And when the customer is wrong I can tell
I'd be on welfare if I could choose
But since I can't I think I'll lose at your game

No jobs, no food, no money, no rent
Modern economics wants me dead
But I'll never die, I'm alive
They want you to hate me for the reward
Rip me apart for dwindling resources
You may try to hate me
But when you die you'll realize you spent your life reinforcing a lie