Treading along
Knowing that the fuel is gone, gone
Just to keep to keep the ball rolling
Hoping a recovery will come come come
But it never ever never ever never
You give more, they push less
You give less, they push less, why
âCause in the end you save your face
If they look good you look good, look good, look good
More and more and more thieves jump on your wagon
More and more and more thieves jump on
More, more, more thieves jump on your wagon
Iâm on autopilot, fuel is gone
I used to be pushing this bus
Now itâs pulling me
I know my fuel is gone gone
But it never ever never ever never ever
You give more, they push less
You give less, they push less, why
âCause in the end you save your face
If they look good you look good, look good, look good
More and more and more thieves jump on your wagon
More and more and more thieves jump on
More, more, more thieves jump on your wagon
Iâm on autopilot, fuel is gone