Everywhere there's people walking down the street Cars on the highway Everything is moving, but nothing is getting in my way People never sleeping they're too busy making money For the big man Masochists, sadists, the butcher and the baker And the rapist Just another story printed in the sunday papers Full of lies all the time But it just don't fool me Just as high as the jet's fly Oh as free as the wind blows This is for the people There's a man in a subway trying Hard to get back on his feet again 'Cos he's dying, O'slowly inside. This is for the people, This is for the peopleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
