Ordinary People歌词

作词 : Neil Young
作曲 : Neil Young
In a dusty town
a clock struck high noon,
Two men stood face to face.
One wore black and one wore white,
But of fear there wasn't a trace.
Two hundred years later
two hot rods drag race
in the very same place,
And a half a million people,
moved in to pick up the pace.
A factory full of people,
Makin' parts to go to outer space.
A train load of people,
They were aimin' for another place.
Out of town people.
There's a man in the window with a big cigar,
Says everything's for sale.
The house and the boat and the railroad car
The owner's gotta go to jail.
He acquired these things from a life of crime,
Now he's selling them to raise his bail
He was rippin' off the people.
Sellin' guns to the underground.
Livin' off the people
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around
Tryin' to help the people,
Lose their ass for a piece of ground.
Patch-of-ground people.
He was dealing antiques
in a hardware store,
But he sure had a lot to hide.
He had a backroom full
of the guns of war,
And a ton of ammunition besides.
Well, he walked with a cane,
Kept a bolt on the door
with five pit bulls inside.
Just a warning to the people,
Who might try to break in at night.
Protection from the people,
Selling safety
in the darkest night.
Tryin' to help the people.
Get the drugs
to the street all right.
Ordinary people.
Well, it's hard to say
where a man goes wrong,
Might be here
and it might be there.
What starts out weak
might get too strong,
If you can't tell foul from fair.
But it's hard to judge
from an angry throng,
Of hands stretched into the air.
The vigilante people.
Takin' law into their own hands.
Conscientious people.
Crackin' down on
the druglord's land.
Government people.
Confiscatin' all
the dealer's land.
Patch-of-ground people.
Down at the factory,
they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things,
And the homeless
just walked right in.
Well, they worked here once,
and they live here now,
But they might work here again,
everyday people.
And they're livin' in a nightmare.
The nose to the stone people
And they don't know
how they got there.
Hard workin' people.
And they don't think that you care.
Patch-of-ground people.
Down on the assembly line,
they keep puttin'the same thing out
But the people today,
they just ain't buyin'.
Nobody can figure it out.
Well, they try like hell
to build a quality end,
They're workin' hard without a doubt,
They're ordinary people.
But the customers are walkin' out.
Hard workin' people.
And the dollar's
what it's all about.
Lee Iacocca people.
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy.
Patch-of-ground people.
Two out of work models and a fashion slave,
Try to dance away the Michelob night.
The bartender poured
himself another drink,
While two drunks sat
watchin' the fight.
The champ went down,
then he got up again,
And then he went out like a light.
He was fightin' for the people,
But his timing wasn't right.
For Las Vegas people,
Who came to see a Las Vegas fight.
High rollin' people,
Takin' limos
though the neon night.
Fightin' for the people.
A new Rolls Royce, a company car
They were flying down the street
Each one was tryin' to make it to the gate
Before employees manned the fleet
The trucks full of products for the modern home
Were set to roll out into the street of downtown people
Tryin' to make their way to work
Everyday people
Some are saints and some are jerks
hard working people
Stoppin' for a drink on their way to work
Alcoholic people,
takin' it one day at a time
down on the railroad track,
they're cleanin' up number 9.
They're scrubbin' the boiler down,
well, she really is lookin' fine.
they seem so different
they're gonna bring her back on line.
Ordinary people.
They're gonna bring the good things back.
Hard working people
Put the business back on track.
Nose-to-the stone people.
I got faith in the regular kind.
Patch-of-ground people.