You can wish for a nickel.
You can pray for a dime.
You can beg for a quarter
But don’t pay it no mind.
You’ve got the unemployment-no compensation blues.
No credit. Nothing owned.
My pockets empty and I’m dry as a bone.
No collateral. I can’t invest.
No way to get out of this mess.
I’ve got the unemployment-no compensation blues.
Part-time work won’t pay the bills.
Money doesn’t grow on trees.
Taxes are up and food is high.
I feel like I’m caught in a squeeze.
Being employed is the name of the game
And they’ll tax you ‘til your dying day.
But what about the people who just can’t afford to give up part of their pay?
Rich folks get all the breaks.
From tax shelters and being on the take.
Poor folks struggle to survive
In this day-to-day world that we know as 9 to 5.