The Working Dead

Every morning before dawn
The Working Dead rise from their beds
Routinely devour breakfast
Slipping ties around their necks

Settling down in steel coffins
Creeping to their working place
Half asleep they down their coffee
The perfect drug for mindless slaves

They only live to work
Business keeps them alive
No time left for family
Or friends or just good times
They long for a purpose
Or glorious past times
Burying ambitions
And dreams along the line

The Working
The Working
The Working Dead are still alive

Deadlines set by soulless robots
Meetings held by brainless apes
Superious demanding quotas
Denying them their well earned rest

They only live to work
Business keeps them alive
No time left for family
Or friends or just good times
They long for a purpose
Or glorious past times
Burying ambitions
And dreams along the line

The Working
The Working
The Working Dead are still alive

Late at night, way after sunset
Dead tired they return home
Knowing that this curse can't be broken
The devils circle will go on and on and on
For an undying eternity!

They only live to work
Business keeps them alive
No time left for family
Or friends or just good times
They long for a purpose
Or glorious past times
Burying ambitions
And dreams along the line

They're working
They're working
They just keep fucking working

They only live to work
Business keeps them alive
No time left for family
Or friends or just good times
They long for a purpose
Or glorious past times
Burying ambitions
And dreams along the line

The Working
The Working
The Working Dead are still fucking alive



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Hendricks Iii, Kyle Fischer
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