Zeros - Minus The Bear

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