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 its wracked with pain , the boss cant 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 mabell I'm just another phone
And I feel like a number, feel like a number,
Feel like a stranger, a stranger in this land
(refrão)
I feel like a number, I'm not a number
I not a number, I'm not a number, I'm not a number,
Damn it , I'm a man, I said I'm a man, And I feel like a