(sung to the tune of "Broken Home", by Papa Roach)

Unemployed...
Unemployed...

Unemployed...
Unemployed...

I can't seem to fight these feelings 
I'm caught in the middle of this
And the future I'm seeing 
Moving to New Orleans

I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone I could confide in
but they say officially nothing 
...and she really doesn't care

What am I gonna do
I can't get cured to sooon...

Unemployed...
Unemployed...