They come alive, and pray that there's no one.
Who can see, they got bullets but a broken gun
So they come in through the out door lookin' for a place to hide
They've spent a long time brushing off the death inside
Hey we have seen them all before…man they don't change
They just smile and swap their clothes….and impatiently they wait
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take your place in the sun
We don't need to pretend we're the fortunate ones
They come alive, looking for some love and lust
And they believe in a power they don't really trust
So they come in through the out door lookin' for a place to hide
They've come along way, shuffling with shoes untied.
Hey we have seen them all before…man they don't change
They just smile and swap their clothes….and impatiently they wait
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take your place in the sun
We don't need to pretend we're the fortunate ones
Maybe one day they might see
That there is some dirt you can't clean
But it might feel good to the touch
Sometimes there's gold where there is dust…and need.
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take your place in the sun
We don't need to pretend. We don't need to pretend
Take a number again, take another one
Stand in line if you want just a little of some
Take a number again, take a place in the sun
We don't need to pretend we're the fortunate ones
We're the fortunate ones. We're the fortunate ones. We're the fortunate ones.