Текст песни The Working Dead

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