Why do we never fit in time With the city beat On the streets Pushed around Cause we don't see The fear in your eyes When production stops and things get out of line We just don't mind Cause it's me and those neurotic ones That always seems to be controlled Its me and thoose pathetic ones That always seems to be around A list of what we need to get to make it look like we love to work A list of what we need to get to make it look good In endless factories I got what you need But I'm just waiting for the bell to ring Oh you got to let me out . Get out of line We just don't mind In endless factories I got what you need But I'm just waiting for the bell to ring Oh you got to let me out