2 acessos
Tired
From work
Hate
My job
I really oughta be in mourning
But I've got another shift this morning
Everyday feels like it's never-ending
What's the point of all this 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