You and me tie ourselves on to the railway

Tugging on things that catch us up

Sitting off things that fly us down the freeway

Blowing our brew from plastic cups



Nothing to do, (when you're) in this situation

The pilots are drunk, we're all dead

Proving we're worth, the casual observation

Proving we're worth the food we're fed

And I'm hurking up the pieces

All the pieces that I've found

And I'm picking up the pieces

Off the ground, Yeah



You and me fall down onto the wrong side

Laughing at those that pushed us down

Climbing back up, we enjoy the free ride

Climbing back up but they've all gone