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
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
you and me fall down onto the wrong side
laughing at those that pushed us down
climbing back up but they've all gone