We are common More than we think And so unique To whoever's behind the eyes We're the zeros Behind the billions Assigned 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 The softest hands Sometimes i think That it's all a Sick joke on The middle class 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 again Spend your weekends Finishing dead ends Years go by Xeroxed days of Exchanging your life For a paycheck Sometimes i think That it's all a Sick joke on The middle class Keep on pushing, pushing, pushing Keep your head down And your number, your numbers up Keep your numbers up 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