People Songtext
von The Soul Jacket

Tell you, people, a friend of mine
Was riding home and doing fine
Smoke o′ green behind the wheel
And he got busted for not a thing

We're the people
Don′t tell us what to be
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street

I know a mother who went to jail
Her only crime to bear her male
She'd had enough, run out of love
She took the knife and shut him up


We're the people
Don′t tell us what to be
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street

Can tell you, people, of man on top
24-7 the same old job
Then on a day he turned around
Oh yeah, and hit the road

We′re the people
Don't tell us what to be
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street
Oh, no, no, yeah, alright