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 I’m just another statistic on a sheet To teachers I’m just another child  To IRS I’m another file I’m just another consensus on the street Gonnna  cruise out of this cityhead down to the sea Gonna shout out at the ocean "Hey ...its me" 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...