'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