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.