High Low

High low... high low... Yo-oh-ee-oh... high-low-high... Ai-ee-oh... high-low-low... High low, high low, the gears already know Get up, get dressed, keep the engine running slow Smile if you can fake it, nod if you don't know Nobody's asking questions that might rock the boat High low, high low, the shift begins again Trade another morning for a number and a pen Sell another hour, buy another little loan Tell yourself you're building something one day you'll own Funny how the cage don't rattle when it's clean Funny how the dream comes preloaded with a screen Everybody's selling everybody else's need Watering the weeds while we're praying for a tree Yo-oh-ee-oh... high-low-high... Ai-ee-oh... high-low-low... Yai-ee-yai-oh... clock ticks slow... High low... high low... nowhere to go... Clock in, clock out, watch another season go Wake up Monday wondering where the hell did Friday go Keep your head down low enough they never hear the no Smile for the camera while the little red numbers grow Round and round the axle till the bearings finally smoke Round and round the promise till the punchline learns to choke Like anybody really had another road to stroll Like anybody really had a hand upon the wheel High low, high low, the gears already know Round and round the axle till the bearings finally smoke Then somebody takes your chair And the lights stay cold High low... High low... Yo-oh-ee-oh... It's off to work they go