I know your bodys like a cloud Floating around the softer side of things you know I know you like to let it out For me it′s just a kind of pressure coming out
Oh no how did it come to this Making your way back home Thinking oh no what is it about this Trying to break the cold
I bet there′s something in the air A tiny drug to keep our bodies unaware This little fractures wearing out For me it′s nothing but the nubers adding up
Oh no how did it come to this Making your way back home Thinking oh no what is it about this Trying to break the cold
You′ve got a full time job, with a minimal pay you do all of the work, but you don′t get no say You never raise your voice, or try to run the show you always get there first, you′re always last to go
You always take your share, no more no less and when you′ve had your turn, there′s always something left for whoever′s next, behind you in the line when there′s work to do, you always spare some time
you work your hands to the bone, but you don′t complain you never push up front, just for your personal gain
This goes out to all the zeros, to my personal heros all the losers and zeros, you′re my personal heroes, this goes out to all the zeros
You never do no wrong, you never hurt no one You always tell yourself, the best is yet to come No matter how things look, How bad it all may seem You always stand your ground, and live by your means
you work your hands to the bone, but you don′t complain you never push up front, just for your personal gain