Oh, it starts with sweatshop labor in a foreign factory
And gets packed on a vessel and shipped over the sea.
It's loaded onto trailers and it's spread across the map.
Big Box Mart is the place I go to buy all of my crap.Oh, Big Box Mart, what do you have for me?
'cause our shopping carts are empty and we're on a shopping spree.I come to the Big Box Mart, 'cause I do have lots of needs
And they sell crap the cheapest with their discounts guaranteed.
When I'm walking through the aisles, it's like I'm hypnotized.
With a wallet full of credit cards I never leave deprived.Oh, Big Box Mart, thank you for servin' me!
But my house is full of crap now and it used to be empty.Next day at the factory the news was very grim:
My job was being outsourced to the slums of East Beijing.
Management was streamlining the company's org chart:
We gotta make crap cheap enough to sell to Big Box Mart.Oh, Big Box Mart, look, what you've done to me!
He's gotta start all over at the age of 53.I still go to Big Box Mart, yes, I'm there most all the time.
These days you'll likely find me sweeping aisle number 9.
My dreams of a retirement have gone up in a blaze
And I'll be scrubbing toilets, till they stick me in the grave.Oh, Big Box Mart, what have you sold to me?
We used to be your customers, now we're your employees.
Oh, Big Box Mart, my paycheck reminds me,
Your everyday low prices have a price: they aren't free!Paper or plastic?