Lyrics

VERSE
Nothin’ says you gotta do it like I did
Even though it worked for me
I might’ve been a crazy, mixed-up kid
But I knew there were no guarantees

VERSE
I never thought my first employment
Would be all I’d ever know
It was not for my lifelong enjoyment
I was just dressing up to have somewhere to go

PRE-CHORUS
Now this is just my opinion; I don’t mean to offend
But it seems to me a disturbing trend

CHORUS
We’re living in the age of the minimum wage
Having taken center stage
Who would’ve thought anyone would’ve bought
The veneer of such a career?
With lack of ambition as a constant condition
This could become a tradition
Stuck in the muck like a bird in a cage
In the age of the minimum wage

RIDE

BRIDGE
Should your safety net become gone with the wind
What then will become your means to the end?
You’ll be on their front porch begging your friends
“Come on, man, let me in.”

Repeat CHORUS (2x)

TAG
Yeah, stuck in the muck like a bird in a cage
In the age of the minimum wage

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Solid Sterling Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved.

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Legal: One-stop contracting.
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Contact phone number: 832.444.4848 (text/mobile)
Email: don@solidsterlingmusic.com
Mood: political
Key: F / BPM: 125 / Length: 3:31
ISRC: QZ37R1900293
BMI: 26662873
ISWC: T9238214294