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

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