'A' Song

They put us to work, the anvil-brigade
The angels lost track when we started to fade
Believing is seeing, you're seeming okay
I've seen men lose their love at the end of our break

Now now now!

CHORUS
More than a fighting chance I've got
Seems like I'm losing out a lot
Maybe the sun still knows my name
I'll walk on my own two feet again
I'm just a clean cut individual
This ain't no second class residual
And from the bottom I can feel you screaming

You turn your face to the rain, I see you smiling again
Maybe there'll be no more pain the day we all go insane

They made us create, they made us run farther
They made us believe there was no one to bother
It feels like I'm old, it seems like I'm older
She came in a box, I loved and I sold her

CHORUS
More than a fighting chance I've got
Seems like I'm losing out a lot
Maybe the sun still knows my name
I'll walk on my own two feet again
I'm just a clean cut individual
This ain't no second class residual
And from the bottom I can feel you screaming

You turn your face to the rain, I see you smiling again
Maybe there'll be no more pain the day we all go insane