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You're Not A Number Lyrics
You can feel your nerve endings
They've been dead before today
You can feel them rising
Feel them rising all the way
You've got grease on your fingers
oil on your face
Happy completely chasing the pace
Happy to find out even this late
You're not a number
There's a new sense of freedom
Come banging on your door
Deep down inside you
You've seem it all somewhere before
Somewhere in the past
Somewhere in a dream
It's got you completely
And you know what it means
Happy to find out even this late
You're not a number
There's a new sense of freedom
Come banging on your door
Deep down inside you
You've seem it all somewhere before
You've got grease on your fingers
oil on your face
Happy completely chasing the pace
Happy to find out even this late
You're not a number
They've been dead before today
You can feel them rising
Feel them rising all the way
oil on your face
Happy completely chasing the pace
Happy to find out even this late
You're not a number
Come banging on your door
Deep down inside you
You've seem it all somewhere before
Somewhere in the past
Somewhere in a dream
It's got you completely
And you know what it means
Happy to find out even this late
You're not a number
Come banging on your door
Deep down inside you
You've seem it all somewhere before
You've got grease on your fingers
oil on your face
Happy completely chasing the pace
Happy to find out even this late
You're not a number
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Since 30 years ago at a time when I was facing redundancy, I have interpreted the lyrics as something to do with the freedoms and release, had that nasty stuff happened to me - the flip side of all the bad stuff being that I could find simple relaxation in just being myself, released from all the daily pressures of being just a ‘numbered cog’ in some corporate machine, in favour of just messing around with my old cars (‘grease on your fingers, oil on your face’…?). As things turned out, I lasted a further 10 years within the system before finally getting out, after which I did indeed get to enjoy grease on the fingers, oil on my face….oh, and free to poke Two Fingers at the oppressive hierarchies which had previously enslaved me !