Get rid of my job, take all of my money
Don't want to be bossed around
I'm just a poor shelf-stocker in some dollar store
My god, I'm hardly alive

Owner and manager, and my co-workers
They're just as dead as I am
But I've lost my patience, and I've become sick
I'm not an automation

I'll take those

Cold nights
Out in an alley
Eating garbage from a dumpster

If it takes

All that
To avoid slavery
I'd rather be a bum on the street

Make me a task that I will not do
And then fire me for it
This is my last time in the dollar store's aisles
So like it or not

I'll take those

Cold nights
Out in an alley
Sleeping with my back on the ground

If it takes

All that
To avoid slavery
I'd rather be a bum on the street

Keeping my mind on a better life
When my freedom is only a heartbeat away
Homelessness, can it be all I heard it was?
I walk outside and maybe I'm already there

I'll take those

Cold nights
Out in an alley
Sleeping with my back on the ground

If it takes

All that
To avoid slavery
I'd rather be a bum on the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeettttttttttttt

You might understand

I'll take those

Cold nights
Out in an alley
Eating garbage from a dumpster

If it takes

All that
To avoid slavery
I'd rather be a bum on the
I'd rather be a bum on the
I'd rather be a bum on the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttttttttttttttttt