People on the left People on the right There's no line in sight And 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 Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, oh Instrumental There's a crocodile cross-eyed There's a turning of the tide We're no longer going to 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 time 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 beating heart And we'll all be free to fall in love With who we want and sing Yeah (yeah), yeah, ooh Yeah (yeah) N.C.