[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]