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Bad Moves – Working For Free Lyrics

Do ya do ya want me
Want me working for free
Come on tell me
Do you want my money
Do ya do ya want me
Want me working for free
I can tell the way you’re walking on me

Do ya do ya want me
Want me down on my knees
I’m begging you for a wage
Please, come on

You get it, you want it
You take it, you got it
The value, the labor
The profit, the product

Do ya do ya want me
Want me struggling
Come on you think that poverty
Is a role-play, baby

The worker, the smothered
Dickensian sucker
The server, subaltern
The self and the other

Do ya do ya want me
Want me working for free
You feel entitled to determine my pay, huh
You want a rock-bottom rate
‘Cause you’re there to appraise
The value of emotional labor

Do ya do ya want me
Want me smiling, co-signed
If I bow, is that appropriate behavior
You know I hear the word of God
Through the customer’s mouth
I survive by the kindness of strangers

This precarious wager
The structural danger
The uncertain nature
The conscious erasure
That’s not a bug
That’s a feature

When the world’s run
Through the hands
Of unpaid labor
Excess income
Trickles up from
Wealthy interns

Who can afford to work for gratis
And accumulated status
Skipping line to a management wage
While their bills are all paid

The givers, the tippers
The buyers, the users
The bosses, the owners
The hired, the doers
The keepers, the makers
The haνers, the favored
The leisured contempt for
Precarious labor
The worker, the smothered
Dickensian sucker
The server, subaltern
The self and the other
Directors, employers
And lobbying lawyers
United in making
Survival untenable…

➤ Written by Bad Moves
Album: Untenable
Bad Moves | 2020