Neil Young - Ordinary 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 were watchin' the fight. The champ went down, then he got up again, And then he went out like a light. Fightin' for the people, But his timing wasn't right. For the high-rolling people, Takin' limos in the neon light. The Las Vegas people They came to see the 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 make a 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 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, In case they try to break in at night. Protection for 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. Vigilante people. Takin' law into their own hands. Conscientious people. Crackin' down on the druglord and his land. Government people. Confiscatin' all the dealer's land. The Patch-of-ground people. A new Rolls Royce, a company car, They were racing 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. Everyday people Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work. Alcoholic people, Yeah, they're takin' it one day at a time. Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin' the same things out. But the people today, they just ain't buyin'. Nobody can figure it out. they try like hell ,to build a quality end, They're workin' hard without a doubt, ordinary people. But the dollar's what it's all about. Lee Iacocca people But the customers are walkin' out. Nose-to-the-stone people Yeah, they look but they just don't buy. The patch-of-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. Two hundred and eighty years later two hot rods dragged through the very same place, 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 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, They're ordinary people. They're just livin' in a dream Hard workin' people. Just-don't-know-what-it-means-to-give-up people Just like they used to be Patch-of-ground people Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' old number 9. 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. Hard working people Put the business back on track. The everyday people I got faith in the regular kind. The patch-of-ground people.

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