We are common, more than we think And so unique to whoever's behind the eyes We're the zeroes behind the billions Assigning numbers so specific
Wake up before the sun Leave your hour to the highway And your day to line the pockets Of some man with softest hands
Sometimes I think That it's all a Sick joke on The middle class
[Hook] Keep on pushing, pushing, pushing Keep your head down and your number Your numbers up I swear on my checkbook you'll be up here soon We're all counting on Counting on you
Put your time in and time working Spend your weekend finishing dead ends Years go by, xerox stays up Exchanging your life for a paycheck
Sometimes I think That it's all a Sick joke on The middle class