This is my first tab so it's probaly wacky Intro: Bbm7 Am7 |e--------------------------------------------------------------------| |b-------2------2------2-----2------2------1------1------1------1-----| |g--------------------------------------------------------------------| |d-------3------3------3-----3------3------2------2------2------2-----| |a---1------1------1------1------0-----0------0------0------0---------| |e--------------------------------------------------------------------| (repeat throughout intro and both verses) Verse:
Bbm7 Am7 |e--------------------------------------------------------------------| |b-------2------2------2-----2------2------1------1------1------1-----| |g--------------------------------------------------------------------| |d-------3------3------3-----3------3------2------2------2------2-----| |a---1------1------1------1------0-----0------0------0------0---------| |e--------------------------------------------------------------------| 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: 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 Verse: Bbm7 Am7 |e--------------------------------------------------------------------| |b-------2------2------2-----2------2------1------1------1------1-----| |g--------------------------------------------------------------------| |d-------3------3------3-----3------3------2------2------2------2-----| |a---1------1------1------1------0-----0------0------0------0---------| |e--------------------------------------------------------------------| 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