(People on the left, people on the right got a lion inside, 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 it 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 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 times It's just work It's just work, it's not easy And we could all be blown apart And heaven is the fire escape You try to cling to in the dark It's just work, believe me Still my beating heart We'll all be free to fall in love With who we want and say Yeah Say yeah People of the pride