People on the left
People on the right
You got a lion inside
People of the pride
Let's go

There's a man who swears he's God
Unbelievers will be shot
There's a man who walks around
Like he owns the fuckin' lot
There's a man who takes his time
From his homemade cuckoo clock
And he makes us march around
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, oh

There's a crocodile cross-eyed
There's a turnin' of the tide
We're no longer goin' to fight for
Some old crook and all his crimes
There's a sewin' 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
But heaven is a fire escape
We try to cling to in the dark
It's just work, believe me
Still, my beatin' heart
We'll all be free to fall in love
With who we want and say
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
People of the pride
Go