[Verse 1]
Three models walked past like runway judges,
Looking at the world like it was a spare room.
A man without millions? To them, just a void,
A smile through gritted teeth, beauty so cold.
They measured all worth by the thickness of bankrolls,
If you were poor — well, you weren't worth their care.
The air on Patriarch's Ponds suddenly thickened,
And an old wizard stood by the bench right there.
[Pre-Chorus]
He looked at them calmly, no need for long speeches,
Their arrogance now became painfully clear.
"Since you love to value nothing but income,
It's time you learned how simple folk live here."
[Chorus]
Oh, minimum wage, hold your course!
Oh, minimum wage, what's the taste?!
Not everything yields to your gloss and your laugh,
Now count someone else's ceiling and average cash flow graph.
Oh, minimum wage, hold your course!
Oh, minimum wage, what's the taste?!
Once upon a time — crowns, now it's shifts and the schedule,
The register froze up, flashing only "Cancel".
[Verse 2]
In the morning — an apron, lunch is like finals,
At the counter — endless stream, tired ordeals.
One customer, second... thirty-third in a row,
Almost everyone armed with complaints, thinking they know.
[Pre-Chorus]
Their stilettos feel heavy as stones turned to ash,
And another man's fatigue isn't something to mock.
Their gazes went distant, and it dawned upon them:
To laugh at the lesser can be quite a shock.
[Chorus]
Oh, minimum wage, hold your course!
Oh, minimum wage, what's the taste?!
Not everything yields to your gloss and your laugh,
Now count someone else's ceiling and average cash flow graph.
Oh, minimum wage, hold your course!
Oh, minimum wage, what's the taste?!
Once upon a time — crowns, now it's shifts and the schedule,
The register froze up, flashing only "Cancel".
[Bridge]
The wizard then said: "Look around if you will,
Not everyone silent is serving you still.
Everyone's got a shift, and a family back home,
They treat you with kindness, refusing to foam."
And that's when they saw it — too late, yet profound,
That courtesy beats any vintage renowned.
That the world isn't split into "me" and "no one,"
And grief comes from laughing at those wearing none.
[Final Chorus]
Oh, minimum wage, hold your course!
Oh, minimum wage, what's the taste?!
Not everything yields to your gloss and your laugh,
Now tally their ceiling and grocery math.
Oh, minimum wage, hold your course!
Oh, minimum wage, what's the taste?!
Once upon a time — crowns, now it's shifts and the schedule,
The register froze up, flashing only
