Who are they
Where’re they bound
The faceless mass on the merry-go-round
Who are they
Who are they
Nine to five
Every day
They never say what they’re going to say
Who are they
On their way
They resemble everybody
Drip dry dressed, unshrinkable
Who can they be
They’re you and me, they’re we
Getting wed
Going to bed
Two kids to feed and the mortgage ahead
Who are they
Who are they
They resemble everybody
Drip dry dressed, unshrinkable
Who can they be
They’re you and me, they’re we
So they go
On and on
So much to do, yet nothing’s done
What a shame
What’s their name
They’re you, they’re me, they’re we
