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! 


[Refrão]
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 


[Refrão]
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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