I take my card and I stand in line To make a buck I work overtime Dear sir letters keep coming in the mail I work my back till it's racked with pain The boss can't even recall my name I show up late and I'm docked It never fails I feel like just another Spoke in a great big wheel Like a tiny blade of grass In a great big field To workers I'm just another drone To ma bell I'm just another phone I'm just another statistic on a sheet To teachers I'm just another child To irs I'm just another file I'm just another consensus on the street Gonna cruise out of this city Head down to the sea Gonna shout out at the ocean Hey it's me And I feel like a number Feel like a number Feel like a stranger A stranger in this land I feel like a number I'm not a number I'm not a number Dammit I'm a man I said I'm a man
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