Two out of work models and a fashion slave

Try to dance away the Piccolo night

The bartender poured herself another drink

While two drunks were watchin' the fight

The champ went down and he got up again

Then he went out like a light

Fightin' for the people

But his timing wasn't right

The high rollin' people

Takin' limos in the neon light

The Las Vegas people

They 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

He had a house and a boat and a railroad car

The owner's gotta go to jail

He acquired these things from a life of crime

Now he's sellin' them to make bail

He was rippin' off the people

Sellin' guns to the underground

Livin' off the people

Skimmin' the top when there was no one around

Tryin' to help the people

Lose their a** for a piece of ground

A patch o' ground people

He was dealin' antiques in a hardware store

But he sure had a lot to hide

He had a back room full of the guns of war

And a ton ammunition besides

Yeah, he walked with a cane

Kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside

Just a warnin' to the people

In case they might try to break in at night

Protection from the people

He's sellin' safety in the darkest night

Tryin' to help the people

Get the **s 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

Vigilante people

Takin' the law into their own hands

The conscientious people

Crackin' down on the ** lord and his bands

Government people

Confiscatin' all the dealer's land

The patch o' ground people

A new Rolls Royce, a company car

They were racin' down the street

Each one was tryin' to make it to the gate

Before employees manned the fleet

The trucks full of products for the modern home

Were set to roll out into the street of ordinary people

Tryin' to make their way to work

The downtown people

Some are saints and some are jerks

That's me, everyday people

Stoppin' for a drink on their way to work

Alcoholic people, takin' it one day at a time

Down on the assembly line

They keep puttin' the same things out

The people today, they just ain't buyin'

Nobody can figure it out

They try like hell to build a quality in

They're workin' hard without a doubt

Ordinary people

But the dollar's what it's all about

Lee Iaccoca people

But the customers are walkin' out

The nose to the stone people

Yeah, they look but they just don't buy

The patch o' ground people

In a dusty town the 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

A hundred and eighty years later

Two hot rods drag through the very same place

A half million people

They 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 leavin' 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

The ordinary people

They're just livin' in a dream

Hard workin' people

Just don't know what it means

To give up people

They're just like they used to be

Patch o' ground people

Out on the railroad track they're cleanin' ol' number nine

They're scrubbin' the boiler down

She really is lookin' fine, a beauty, that number nine

Times'll be different soon they're gonna bring her back on line

Ordinary people

They're gonna bring the good things back

Hard workin' people

They put the business back on track

The everyday people

I got faith in the regular kind

Patch o' ground people