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