MUSIC FOR SALE

We had 24-hour Walmart, neon glowin’ bright,
Midnight runs for McChickens, two bucks for a bite.
Five-dollar footlongs, gas tanks full for twenty,
A pocketful of change, man, life was plenty.
99-cent stores, aisles stacked high,
Red, white, and blue dreams we didn’t have to buy.
Backroads, beer cans, Marlboro smoke,
A life so cheap, now it's all gone broke.
(Chorus)
What happened, man? Where did it go?
The dollar ain't stretchin', it's breakin' real slow.
We had it all, or so it seemed,
Now we're just ghosts of a fast-food dream.
(Outro)
Does anyone know—can someone say,
When do W-2s for Walmart’s self-checkout get sent my way?