This is my first tab so it's probaly wacky
[Intro]
Bbm7 Am7
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[Verse]
Bbm7 Am7
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Bbm7 Am7
Tired from work
Bbm7 Am7
Hate my job
Bbm7
I really ought-a be in mourning,
Am7
But I gotta another shift this morning
Bbm7
Everyday feels like it's never ending
Am7
What's the point of all the time I'm spending
[Chorus]
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Here, at this, dead end job
F#m
Oh, we are the working dead
F#m
And we lurch for minimum wage
F#m
But I'd really rather be
F E
Eating your brains
[Verse]
Bbm7 Am7
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Bbm7
Look at you, you seem so bright and healthy
Am7
And your minds are full of joy and wonder
Bbm7
Stay a thousand miles from the condition
Am7
That I've got from all the stress I'm under
Bbm7
Don't come near me or you might encourage
Am7
All these terrifying sudden urges
Bbm7
Seeing you makes skipping work so tempting
Am7
Don't you know that in the night I'm temping?
[Chorus]
F7 E7 C
Here, at this, dead end job
F#m
Oh, we are the working dead
F#m
And we lurch for minimum wage
F#m
But I'd really rather be
F E
Eating your brains