Dm             G#m

Tired from work

Dm        G#m

Hate my job

Dm

I really oughta be in mourning,

G#m		    

But I gotta another shift this morning

Dm

Every day feels like it's never ending

G#m			       

What's the point of all this time I'm spending


F    E7      Bb       C

Here at this dead end job

D   F#m Bm     G       D      

Oh, we are the working dead

F#m    Bm        G      D

And we lurch for minimum wage

F#m   Bm       G      F

But I'd really rather be

E7

Eating your brains


Dm             

Look at you, you seem so bright and healthy

G#m

And your minds are full of joy and wonder

Dm

Stay a thousand miles from the condition

G#m

That I've got from all the stress I'm under

Dm

Don't come near me or you might encourage

G#m

All these terrifying sudden urges

Dm

Seeing you makes skipping work so tempting

G#m

Don't you know that in the night I'm temping

F    E7      Bb       C

Here at this dead end job

D   F#m Bm     G       D      

Oh, we are the working dead

F#m    Bm        G      D

And we lurch for minimum wage

F#m   Bm       G      F

But I'd really rather be

E7

Eating your brains