Working Dead

Tired
From work
Hate
My job

And I really outta be in mourning
But I got another shift this morning
Every day feels like it's never ending
What's the point of all this time I'm spending
Here at this
Dead end job

Oh, Are the working dead
And we lurch for a minimum wage
But I would really rather be
Eating your brains

Look at you, you seem to bright and healthy
And your minds are full of joy and wonder
Stay a thousand miles from the condition
That I've got from all the stress I'm under

Don't come near me or you might encourage
All these terrifying sudden urges
Seeing you makes skipping work so tempting
Don't you know, in the night time temping
Here at this
Dead end job

Oh, your the working dead
And we lurch for a minimum wage
But I'd really rather be
Eating your brains

Here at this
Dead end job
Oh, your the working dead
And we lurch for a minimum wage
But I'd really rather be
Eating your brains