(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