Tired from work

Hate my job

I'd really outta 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 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

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!

(A/N): Finally! It's been such a while!