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
Goin' 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