On And On

"With his shaky hands and swollen face he waits for his coffee

So I don't see it like it's "us" and "them"
I just see everybody working for that same eternal weekend
Droning on and on and on and never doing what we've wanted
Heavy legs, two steps behind some forever-dangling carrot

And I'm tired of it
Well, who's to say that we can't just fucking change it?"