Black Friday

B5 B5 C#5 E5 B5 C#5 E5 E5 B5 We get up early, we come home tired E5 B5 Our lives for hire, we're making money for someone else E5 B5 Can't breathe like there's hands around my throat B5 Can't scream this place is filled with ghosts E5 Everybody's looking for something B5 Can't leave or we're left with nothing C#5 E5 B5 C#5 E5 Clap your hands do the dead man shuffle B5 Slouch our way into an early grave B5 C#5 E5 B5 C#5 E5 E5 B5 Is it disappointment or mild annoyance? E5 B5 A sense of contentment or fucking resentment? C#5 E5 B5 C#5 E5 Move your feet to this dead end beat B5 Slouch our way into an early grave E5 B5 E5 B5 E5 B5 E5 B5 E5 B5 E5 B5 Get out of bed, get fucking dressed E5 B5 E5 B5 And think of better ways to keep busy B5 C#5 E5 B5 C#5 E5 C#5 E5 B5 C#5 E5 Clap your hands do the dead man shuffle B5 Killing ourselves for a living wage E5 B5 E5 B5 E5 B5 E5 B5 Get out of bed E5 B5 E5 B5 Get fucking dressed B5 And get busy