Lyric

Clock in, underground

No sunlight, but we’re still around

Boss is undead, kinda chill

HR? Yeah, that’s management’s will

Working down here, what a treat

No overtime, no need to eat

Loyal till the end—or undeath—

Just don’t ask about vacation left

Someone’s crying (Again?)

Someone’s jealous—what a trend!

Paperwork’s lost, tempers flare

Best strange workplace anywhere!

Raise your mugs, it’s skeleton time

We’re fine…

Same halls every night

Cold stone floors, flickering light

Punch the clock, bones intact

Another shift, same old pact

Working down here, what a treat

No overtime, no need to eat

Loyal till the end—or undeath—

Just don’t ask about vacation left

One more mug, one more grin

Clock spins back, we're in again!

Paperwork lost and burst, yeah we're fine

Plus, we're posted on part by part

Hands up, high, us, corporate take care!

One more mug, one more grin

Clock spins back, we're in again!

We're fine!

Yeah, we're fine!