We are common
More than we think
And so unique

To whoever's behind the eyes
We're the zeros
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


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

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

We're counting on you