[Chrome Dreams II version] Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the Michelob night The bartender poured herself another drink, while two drunks were watchin' the fight The champ went down, then 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, Las Vegas people Who 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 selling 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 dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide He kept a back room 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 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, 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 The vigilante people Takin' the law into their own hands, the conscientious people. Hey Crackin' down on the drug lord and his bands, government people. Hey Confiscatin' all the dealer's land, the patch-of-ground people. Yay, yeah And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car they were racin' 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, 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 Yay, Yeah, 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 Iacocca 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. Hey, hey, hey 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 a 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. Yeah, yeah 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 Because they're 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. Hey, hey Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' ol' number nine They're scrubbin' the boiler down, she really is lookin' fine. 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. Yeah, yeah [Bluenote Cafe' version] [August 23, 1988, Lake Compounce Festival Park, Bristol, Connecticut, USA] 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 years later two hot rods dragged in the very same place And a half a million people They moved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people Buildin' parts to go to outer space, a trainload of people They were leavin' for another place, out of town people Yeah, yeah, yeah There's a man in the window with a big cigar, says everything's for sale He had a 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, livin' off the people Skimmin' the top when there's no one around, tryin' to help the people Lose their ass for a piece of ground, a patch o' ground people Yeah, yeah, yeah He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide Kept a back room full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides Well, he walked with a cane, kept the bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside Just a warning to the people They might try to break in at night, protection for all the people Selling safety in the darkest light, tryin' to help the people Get the drugs to the street all right. Ordinary people. Yeah, yeah 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 fists up in the air The vigilante people Takin' the law into their own hands, the conscientious people Crackin' down on the drug lord's bands, government people Confiscatin' all the dealer's lands, the patch-of-ground people. Yeah, yeah, yeah Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in The vandals made a mess of things then homeless just walked right in Well, they worked here once and they live here now, but they might work here again The everyday people They been livin' in a nightmare, nose-to-the-stone people And they don't know how they got there, hard workin' people And they don't think that you care, patch-of-ground people. Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 Well, they try like hell to build a quality in, they're workin' hard without a doubt The ordinary people And the customers are walkin' out, hard workin' people But the dollar's what it's all about, Lee Iacocca people And they look but they just don't buy, patch-of-ground people. Hey, yeah Two out of work models and a fashion slave tried to dance away the Michelob night The bartender poured herself another drink, but two drunks sat watchin' the fight Well, the champ went down, then he got up again, then he went out like a light He was fightin' for the people But his timing wasn't right, the Las Vegas people They came to see the Las Vegas fight, high rollin' people Takin' limos through the neon light, fightin' for the people. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah A new Rolls Royce and a company car went flyin' down the street Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet Trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the streets Of downtown people Tryin' to make their way to work, everyday people Some are saints, and some are jerks, hard workin' people Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work, alcoholic people Yay, Yeah, takin' it one day, one day at a time Down on the railroad track, they're cleanin' up number nine They're scrubbin' the boiler down, she really is lookin' fine. Things will be different, they're gonna put her back on line The ordinary people They're gonna bring the good things back, hard workin' people They put the business back on track, nose-to-the-stone people I got faith in the regular kind, patch-of-ground people. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.