[Verse 1:]
    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
    [Chorus:]
    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
    [Verse 2:]
    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
    [Chorus]
    [Repeat Verse 1 and Chorus]