You and me tie ourselves on to the railway
Blowing our brew from plastic cups
Tugging on things that catch us up
Sitting off things that fly us down the freeway
Proving we're worth the food we're fed
Nothing to do, (when you're) in this situation The pilots are drunk, we're all dead
And I'm hurking up the pieces
Proving we're worth, the casual observation
All the pieces that I've found
Off the ground, Yeah And I'm picking up the pieces
Laughing at those that pushed us down
Climbing back up, we enjoy the free ride
You and me fall down onto the wrong side
Climbing back up but they've all gone.
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