Welcome now, son,
To where the work is never done
And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope
Is a proving ground for dopes
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread So hold your head up high, forgotten man
Tomorrow won't be made for you
And everybody's gonna try to lend a helping hand
Forgotten man, there's nothing more to do He crackled on the radio
Through bright plumes of the sun
The announcer said the age of faith was dead Though the adolescent nation
Was just looking for salvation
The beast of reason reared its ugly head So hold your head up high, forgotten man
Tomorrow's not for me and you
And everybody's gonna try to lend a helping hand
Forgotten man, there's nothing more to do From your cradle of destruction
With the poorest of instruction
And nearest sliver of a tune
Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through So hold your head up high, forgotten man
Tomorrow's not for me and you
And everybody's gonna try to lend a helping hand
Forgotten man, there's nothing more to do There is nothing more