Tired from work Haha, hehe-ah 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 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 (ah)
