the working dead

tired from work

hate my job

i really ought-a be in mourning

but i got another shift this morning

everyday feels like it's never ending

what's the point of all the time i'm spending

here

at this

dead end job

oh

we are the working dead

and we lurch for minimum wage

but i'd really rather be

eating your brains

look at you

you seem so 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 that in the night i'm temping?

here

at this

dead end job

oh

we are the working dead

and we lurch for minimum wage

but i'd really rather be

eating your brains