(People on the left, people on the right...)
(Got a lion inside, people of the pride...)
There's a man who swears he's God.
Unbelievers will be shot.
There's a man who walks around
like he owns the fucking lot.
There's a man who takes his time
from his homemade cuckoo clock
and he makes us march around it,
tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
There's a crocodile cross-eyed.
There's a turning of the tide.
We're no longer gonna fight for
some old crook and all his crimes.
There's a sewing up of rags
into revolution flags.
Got to stand up to be counted,
be an anthem for your times.
It's just work.
It's just work, it's not easy,
and we could all be blown apart.
And Heaven is the fire escape
you try to cling to in the dark.
It's just work, believe me.
Still my beating heart
We'll all be free to fall in love
with who we want and say,
'Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
People of the pride! Go!'