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| 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 race
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.
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.
Tryin' to help the people
Lose their ass
for a piece of ground.
Rippin' off the people.
Skimmin' the top when
there was no one around.
Tryin' to help the 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.
Wellhe 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.
Ordinary people.
Wellit'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 into 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.
Down at the factory
they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things
And the homeless
just walked right in.
Wellthey 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.
Hard workin' people.
And they don't know
how they got there.
Ordinary people.
And they think that you don't care.
Hard workin' people.
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.
Wellthey try like hell
to build a quality end
They're workin' hard
without a doubt
They're ordinary people.
And the dollar's
what it's all about.
Hard workin' people.
But the customers are walkin' out.
Lee Iacocca people.
Yeahthey look
but they just don't buy.
Hard workin' people.
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 Las Vegas people
Who came to see a Las Vegas fight.
High rollin' people
Takin' limos
though the neon night.
Fightin' for the 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 saintsand some are jerks.
Hard workin' people
Stoppin' for a drink
on the way to work.
Alcoholic people
Yeahthey're takin' it
one dayone day at a time.
Out on the railroad track
they're cleanin' up number 9.
They're scrubbin' the boiler down
wellshe really is lookin' fine.
Ahshe's lookin' so good
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.
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