Operários e Zumbis

I'm so tired
Of this work
I should be in mourning
In the morning, I have another shift

Every day I understand less
All the time I'm wasting
In this clueless job!
We are workers and zombies

Crawling for a minimum wage
I'd rather eat
Powdered brain
And you look so healthy

Your minds full of joy
Stay far away from this disease
That I caught in the stress of everyday
In no way encourage me

My sudden instincts act
I feel like skipping work on Friday
Tonight I'll do overtime
In this clueless job!

We are workers and zombies
Crawling for a minimum wage
I'd rather eat
Powdered brain