[Verse 1: Male baritone vocal, deep, spoken, narrational, grim] 
I used to sit and watch them queue
With their worn-out shoes and their hopes worn through
I’d pity them from my higher ground
’Til fate decided to stick me down…
Right here… in the very same line…

[Verse 2 Male Vocals]
They dismissed me quick, no reason stated
(Something done… something I hated…)
I’ll never tell… no, not aloud…
But it hangs on me like a burning shroud…

[Chorus: Male baritone, slightly more melodic but still detached]
And now I’m one of them now…
Head hung… taking the bow…
The same slow walk… the same tired sigh…
The same defeat there in my eye…
I’m one of them now…

[Verse 3: Male Vocals]
That man ahead… the one I scorned…
Wears the same look… equally torn…
Was I always this… pitiful… small?
Is this how it feels… to have nothing at all?

[Bridge: Male baritone vocal, strained, half-spoken, rising in despair] 
I want to scream… I want to blame…
But the face in the glass speaks the very same name…
Roger… you fool… you’re no different… not now…

[Final Chorus – Almost Spoken, Broken, Male Vocal]
I’m… one… of them… now…

(Outro – Fade on a dissonant piano chord and the sound of a number being called over a tannoy)
…Number forty-two…
…Number forty-two…
