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Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the Michelob night.
The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin' the fight.
The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light,
He was fightin' for the people.
But his timing wasn't right,
For high rollin' people.[
Takin' limos in the neon night,
The Las Vegas people
Who came to see a Las Vegas fight,
Fightin' for the people.
There's a man in the window with a big cigar, says everything's for sale.
The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin' the fight.
The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light,
He was fightin' for the people.
But his timing wasn't right,
For high rollin' people.[
Takin' limos in the neon night,
The Las Vegas people
Who came to see a Las Vegas fight,
Fightin' for the people.
There's a man in the window with a big cigar, says everything's for sale.
The house and the boat and the railroad car, the owner's gotta go to jail.
He acquired these things from a life of crime, now he's selling them to raise his bail.
He was rippin' off the people.
Sellin' guns to the underground,
Rippin' off the people.
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around,
Tryin' to help the people
Lose their ass for a piece of ground,
The patch-of-ground people.
He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide.
He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides.
Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside,
He acquired these things from a life of crime, now he's selling them to raise his bail.
He was rippin' off the people.
Sellin' guns to the underground,
Rippin' off the people.
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around,
Tryin' to help the people
Lose their ass for a piece of ground,
The patch-of-ground people.
He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide.
He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides.
Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside,
Just a warning to the people
Who might try to break in at night,
Protection from the people.
Selling safety in the darkest night,
Tryin' to help the people.
Get the drugs to the street all right,
Tryin' to help the people.
Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and it might be there.
What starts out weak might get too strong, if you can't tell foul from fair.
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched up in the air,
The vigilante people.
Takin' law into their own hands,
Conscientious people.
Crackin' down on the druglord's land,
Who might try to break in at night,
Protection from the people.
Selling safety in the darkest night,
Tryin' to help the people.
Get the drugs to the street all right,
Tryin' to help the people.
Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and it might be there.
What starts out weak might get too strong, if you can't tell foul from fair.
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched up in the air,
The vigilante people.
Takin' law into their own hands,
Conscientious people.
Crackin' down on the druglord's land,
Government people.
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land,
Patch-of-ground people.
And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car they went flyin' down the street.
Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet.
The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the street
Of downtown people.
Tryin' to make their way to work,
Nose-to-the-stone people.
Some are saints, and some are jerks,
Everyday people.
Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work,
Alcoholic people.
Yeah Yeah, they're takin' it one day,one day at a time.
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land,
Patch-of-ground people.
And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car they went flyin' down the street.
Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet.
The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the street
Of downtown people.
Tryin' to make their way to work,
Nose-to-the-stone people.
Some are saints, and some are jerks,
Everyday people.
Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work,
Alcoholic people.
Yeah Yeah, they're takin' it one day,one day at a time.
Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin' the same thing out.
But the people today, they just ain't buyin', nobody can figure it out.
Well, they try like hell to build a quality end, they're workin' hard without a doubt,
They're ordinary people.
But the dollar's what it's all about,
Hard workin' people.
But the customers are walkin' out,
Lee Iacocca people.
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy,
The patch-on-ground people.
In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, two men stood face to face.
One wore black and one wore white, but of fear there wasn't a trace.
Two hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place,
And a half a million people
Moved in to pick up the pace,
A factory full of people.
Makin' parts to go to outer space,
A train load of people.
They were aimin' for another place,
Out of town people.
Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in.
Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here again,
They're ordinary people.
And they're livin' in a nightmare, (variante: They aren't living in a dream )
And a half a million people
Moved in to pick up the pace,
A factory full of people.
Makin' parts to go to outer space,
A train load of people.
They were aimin' for another place,
Out of town people.
Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in.
Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here again,
They're ordinary people.
And they're livin' in a nightmare, (variante: They aren't living in a dream )
Hard workin' people.
And they don't know how they go there, ( variante : Just don't know what it means)
Ordinary people.
And they think that you don't care, ( variante: It's just the life they're used to live)
Hard workin' people.
Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' old number nine.
They're scrubbin' the boiler down, she really is lookin' fine.
Times will be different soon, they're gonna bring her back on line,
Ordinary people.
They're gonna bring the good things back,
Nose-to-the-stone people.
Put the business back on track,
And they don't know how they go there, ( variante : Just don't know what it means)
Ordinary people.
And they think that you don't care, ( variante: It's just the life they're used to live)
Hard workin' people.
Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' old number nine.
They're scrubbin' the boiler down, she really is lookin' fine.
Times will be different soon, they're gonna bring her back on line,
Ordinary people.
They're gonna bring the good things back,
Nose-to-the-stone people.
Put the business back on track,
Ordinary people.
I got faith in the regular kind,
Hard workin' people,
Patch-of-ground people.
I got faith in the regular kind,
Hard workin' people,
Patch-of-ground people.
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