Sometimes survival
feels suspiciously like routine.
Minimum Wage Nirvana looks at the strange normality of low-paid work, where exhaustion becomes part of the job description and tomorrow always arrives looking exactly like today. It’s about finding humour in the grind, even when there’s nothing particularly funny about it.
Clock in early, brain still dead
Force the smile, tilt my head
Hours stretch like cheap elastic
Working just to stay pathetic
Manager says “stay positive”
Like that pays my fucking rent
Tips won’t cover gas or food
Still clap when I act like it’s good
Another shift, another lie
Trade my time just to barely get by
Minimum wage, maximum drain
Laughing through the same shit again
Break room coffee tastes like rust
Microwave hums, covered in dust
We all joke but nobody quits
Just rotting here, calling it a shift
I keep telling myself next month
I’ll find something better, something real
But the rent’s due and the tank’s empty
So I clock in again like a fucking wheel
Another shift, another lie
Trade my time just to barely get by
Minimum wage, maximum drain
Laughing through the same shit again
Another shift, another lie
Trade my time just to barely get by
Minimum wage, maximum drain
Laughing through the same shit again
(Same shit again… same shit again…)
See you tomorrow
Yeah… I’ll be here
See you tomorrow