The conscientious people
Patch o' ground people
The Las Vegas people
But the dollar's what it's all about
Before employees manned the fleet
Fightin' for the people
The ordinary people
And the homeless just walked right in
Yeah, he walked with a cane

The everyday people
They're scrubbin' the boiler down
Some are saints and some are jerks
They keep puttin' the same things out
Tryin' to help the people
Down at the factory they're puttin' new windows in
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng
Two hot rods drag through the very same place
To give up people
They're workin' hard without a doubt
And a ton ammunition besides
That's me, everyday people
Kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside
The downtown people
Sellin' guns to the underground
Vigilante people
The people today, they just ain't buyin'
He's sellin' safety in the darkest night
Times'll be different soon they're gonna bring her back on line
They put the business back on track

Out of town people
Well, they worked here once and they live here now
In case they might try to break in at night

One wore black and one wore white
He acquired these things from a life of crime

Livin' off the people
They're just livin' in a dream
Takin' limos in the neon light
Out on the railroad track they're cleanin' ol' number nine
Ordinary people
Lee Iaccoca people

Fightin' for the people
A train load of people

Tryin' to help the people
Says everything's for sale
A half million people
Patch o' ground people
Ordinary people
The trucks full of products for the modern home
Lose their ass for a piece of ground

Hard workin' people
They were racin' down the street
They moved in to pick up the pace
He had a back room full of the guns of war

The champ went down and he got up again
Each one was tryin' to make it to the gate
Government people
They're gonna bring the good things back

Crackin' down on the drug lord and his bands
But he sure had a lot to hide
What starts out weak might get too strong
The vandals made a mess of things
Two men stood face to face
They try like hell to build a quality in
Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong
The patch o' ground people
Might be here and it might be there

She really is lookin' fine, a beauty, that number nine
The owner's gotta go to jail
A factory full of people
Just a warnin' to the people

But they might work here again

The high rollin' people
The patch o' ground people
Protection from the people
Nobody can figure it out
Makin' parts to go to outer space
Get the drugs to the street all right

While two drunks were watchin' the fight
They came to see a Las Vegas fight
Then he went out like a light
But the customers are walkin' out
Down on the assembly line
Stoppin' for a drink on their way to work
They were leavin' for another place
In a dusty town the clock struck high noon
He was rippin' off the people
Tryin' to help the people
A new Rolls Royce, a company car
But of fear there wasn't a trace
They're just like they used to be
He was dealin' antiques in a hardware store
He had a house and a boat and a railroad car
But his timing wasn't right
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land
I got faith in the regular kind
A patch o' ground people
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy
A hundred and eighty years later
Alcoholic people, takin' it one day at a time
Now he's sellin' them to make bail
There's a man in the window with a big cigar
Were set to roll out into the street of ordinary people
The bartender poured herself another drink
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around
The nose to the stone people
Takin' the law into their own hands
If you can't tell foul from fair
Just don't know what it means
Hard workin' people
Tryin' to make their way to work
Of hands stretched up in the air