SUBMITTED BY: Malc Brookes CHORDS:
SUBMITTED BY: Malc Brookes CHORDS:
GINTRO: Em C D Bm (x4) Em C Two out of work models and a fashion slave D Try to dance away the Michelob night. Em C The bartender poured herself another drink D While two drunks were watchin' the fight. Em C The champ went down, then he got up again, D Then he went out like a light. C He was fighting for the people, G D But his timing wasn't right. C The high roller people, G D Taking limos in the neon night. C The Las Vegas people, G D They came to see a Las Vegas fight. C Fighting for the people, D Yeah, yeah. SOLO 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 make bail. He was ripping off the people, Selling guns to the underground. Living off the people, Skimming the top when there's no one around. Trying to help the people, Lose their ass for a piece of ground. Patch-of-ground people, Yeah, yeah. SOLO 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 beside. Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door, With five pit bulls inside. Just a warning to the people, In case a guy try to break in at night. Protection for the people, Selling safety in the darkest light. Trying to help the people, Get the drugs to the street alright. Trying to help the people, Yeah, yeah. SOLO Well it's hard to tell 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 into the air. Vigilante people, Taking the law into their own hands. Conscientious people, Cracking down on the drug lord and his bands. Government people, Confiscating all the dealer's lands. The patch-of-ground people, Yeah, yeah. SOLO Well, a new Rolls Royce, a company car, They went racing down the street. Each one was trying to make it to the gate Before employees man the fleet. With trucks full of products for the modern home, We're set to roll out into the street. Of ordinary people Trying to make their way to work. The downtown people, Some are saints, and some are jerks. Everyday people, Stopping for a drink on the way to work. Alcoholic people, Yeah Yeah (they're taking it one day, one day at a time) SOLO Out on the assembly line, A kid putting the same things out. The people today, they just ain't buying, Nobody can figure it out. Well, they try like hell to build the quality in, And working hard without a doubt. They're ordinary people, But the dollar's what it's all about. Lee Iacocca people, But the customers are walking out. Nose-to-the-stone people, Well they look but they just don't buy. The patch-of-ground people. Hey, hey, hey... SOLO 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. Two hundred and eighty years later two hot rods drag Through the very same place, And a half a million people They moved in and picked up the pace. A factory full of people, Makin' parts to go to outer space. A train load of people, They were leaving for another place. Out of town people, Yeah, yeah. SOLO Down at the factory, They putting 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 just living in a dream. Hard working people, And they just don't know what it means, The give-up people, They just like they used to be. The patch-of-ground people, Hey, hey. SOLO Out on the railroad track, They're cleaning old number nine. They're scrubbing the boiler down, She really is lookin' fine. Times gonna be different soon, They're gonna bring her back on line. Ordinary people, They're gonna bring the good things back. Hard working people, Put the business back on track. Everyday people, I got faith in the regular kind. Patch-of-ground people. Yeah, yeah.