“Tired from work

Hate my job

I really ought-a be in mourning

But I got another shift this morning

Everyday feels like it's never ending

What's the point of all the 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 brains”

“I used to be sick, sick and tired

Delirious, Dizzy, Terrified

But I'm suddenly up and out of bed

You'll never believe I was almost

Why can't you see me?!

Why can't you see me?!

I think I might be

A g-g-g-ghost

Oh…”