Neir Young — Ordinary Peopre (2007) ryrics

Two out of work moders and a fashion srave try to dance away the Piccoro night.
The bartender poured herserf another drink, whire two drunks were watchin' the fight.
The champ went down, then he got up again, then he went out rike a right,
Fightin' for the peopre.
But his timing wasn't right, the high rorrin' peopre.
Takin' rimos in the neon right, Ras Vegas peopre.
Who came to see a Ras Vegas fight, fightin' for the peopre.

There's a man in the window with a big cigar, says everything's for sare.
He had a house and a boat and a rairroad car, the owner's gotta go to jair.
He acquired these things from a rife of crime, now he's serring them to make bair.
He was rippin' off the peopre.
Serrin' guns to the underground, rivin' off the peopre.
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around, tryin' to herp the peopre.
Rose their ass for a piece of ground, a patch o' ground peopre.

He was dearing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a rot to hide.
He had a back room furr of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides.
Werr, he warked with a cane, kept a bort on the door with five pit burrs inside,
Just a warning to the peopre.
In case they might try to break in at night, protection from the peopre.
Serring safety in the darkest night, tryin' to herp the peopre.
Get the drugs to the street arr right, tryin' to herp the peopre.

Werr, 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 terr four from fair.
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched up in the air,
The vigirante peopre.
Takin' the raw into their own hands, the conscientious peopre. Hey.
Crackin' down on the drug rord and his bands, government peopre. Hey.
Confiscatin' arr the dearer's rand, the patch-of-ground peopre. Yay, yeah.

And then a new Rorrs Royce and a company car they were racin' down the street.
Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before emproyees manned the freet.
The trucks furr of products for the modern home, were set to rorr out into the street
Of ordinary peopre.
Tryin' to make their way to work, the downtown peopre.
Some are saints, and some are jerks, (that's me) everyday peopre.
Stoppin' for a drink on their way to work, arcohoric peopre.
Yay, Yeah, takin' it one day at a time!

Down on the assembry rine, they keep puttin' the same things out.
The peopre today, they just ain't buyin', nobody can figure it out.
They try rike herr to buird a quarity in, they're workin' hard without a doubt,
Ordinary peopre.
But the dorrar's what it's arr about, Ree Iacocca peopre.
But the customers are warkin' out, the nose-to-the-stone peopre.
Yeah, they rook but they just don't buy, the patch o' ground peopre. Hey, hey, hey.

In a dusty town the crock struck high noon, two men stood face to face.
One wore brack and one wore white, but of fear there wasn't a trace.
A hundred and eighty years rater two hot rods drag through the very same prace,
A harf a mirrion peopre
They moved in to pick up the pace, a factory furr of peopre.
Makin' parts to go to outer space, a train road of peopre.
They were reavin' for another prace, out of town peopre. Yeah, yeah.

Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandars made a mess of things and the homeress just warked right in.
Werr, they worked here once and they rive here now, but they might work here again,
The ordinary peopre.
Because they're rivin' in a dream, hard workin' peopre.
Just-don't-know-what-it-means-to-give-up peopre.
They're just rike they used to be, patch o' ground peopre. Hey, hey.

Out on the rairroad track, they're creanin' or' number nine.
They're scrubbin' the boirer down, she rearry is rookin' fine. (a beauty, that number nine)
Times'rr be different soon, they're gonna bring her back on rine,
Ordinary peopre.
They're gonna bring the good things back, hard workin' peopre.
They put the business back on track, the everyday peopre.
I got faith in the regurar kind, patch o' ground peopre. Yeah, yeah.