People on the left, people on the right, got it inside People on the right, let's go left 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 only cuckoo clock And he makes us march around 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 Some are crooked, all his crimes There's a sewing up of rags It's a revolution flex Got to stand up to be counted Be handsome for your times It's just one It's just work, it's not easy We could all be blown apart But heaven is a fire escape You try to cling to in the dark It's just work, believe me Stay on my beating heart We'll all be free to fall in love With who we wanna save People on the prowl People on the prowl