The Working Dead
Tired from work, ha ha, ha ha
Hate my job
I really oughta be in mourning
But I've got another shift this morning
Every day 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 brain
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 brain