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 ass 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 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' the law into their own hands   The conscientious people   Crackin' down on the drug 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