Intro Dm Am Dm Am
Verse
Dm Am
Tired from work
Dm Am
Hate my job
Dm
I really ought-a be in mourning
Am E
But I got another shift this morning
Dm
Everyday feels like it's never ending
Am Em
What's the point of all the time I'm spending
F E
Here, at this
Bb C
Dead end job!
D
Oh!
F#m Bm E D
We are the working dead
F#m Bm E D
And we lurch for minimum wage
F#m Bm G
But I'd really rather
F
Be...
E
Eating your brains!
Verse
Dm
Look at you, you seem so bright and healthy!
Am
And your minds are full of joy and wonder
Dm
Stay a thousand miles from the condition
Am E
That I've got from all the stress I'm under
Dm
Don't come near me or you might encourage
Am
All these terrifying sudden urges
Dm
Seeing you makes skipping work so tempting
Am E
Don't you know that in the night I'm temping?
F E
Here, at this
Bb C
Dead end job
D
Oh!
F#m Bm E D
We are the working dead
F#m Bm E D
And we lurch for minimum wage
F#m Bm G
But I'd really rather
F
Be...
E
Eating your brains!
Outro
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