Every year is the same
And I feel it again.
I'm a loser, no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling
Loneliness starts sinking in.

But I'm one
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me
And I will be,
You'll all see, I'm the one.

Where do you get
Those blue, blue jeans,
Faded, patched, secret so tight?
Where do you get
That walk oh, so lean? But I'm one, etc.

I got a Gibson
(Without a case)
But I can't get that even-tanned look on my face.
Ill-fitting clothes
And I bend in the crowd
Fingers so clumsy,
Voice too loud.

But I'm one, etc.

I am a man who looks after the pigs.
Usually I get along OK.
I am a man who reveals all he digs.
Should be more careful what I say.

I'm getting put down.
I'm getting pushed round.
I'm being beaten every day.
My life's fading
But things are changing.
I'm not going to sit and weep again.

I am a man who drives a local bus.
I take miners to work but the pits all closed today.
It's easy to see that you are one of us.
Ain't it funny how we all seem to look the same?

We're getting put down, etc.

My karma tells me
You've been screwed again.
If you let them do it to you
You've got yourself to blame.
It's you who gets the pain.
It's you who takes the shame.

I am a young man. I ain't done very much.
You men should remember how you used to fight.
Just like a child, I've been seeing only dreams.
I'm all mixed up, but I know what's right.

I'm getting put down, etc.

When a man is running from his boss
Who holds a gun that fires "cost"
And people die from being old
And left alone because they're cold
And bombs are dropped on fighting cats
And children's dreams are run with rats
If you complain, you disappear
Just like the lesbians and queers.

No one can love without the grace
Of some unseen and distant face
And you get beaten up by blacks
Who though they worked still got the sack
And when your soul tells you to hide
Your very right to die's denied
And in the battle on the streets
You fight computers and receipts
And when a man is trying to change
But only causes further pain,
You realize that all along
Something in us is going wrong

...you stop dancing.