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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 through 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, tryin' to help the people.
Lose their ass for a piece of ground, rippin' off the people.
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around, tryin' to help the 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,
They're ordinary people.
And they're livin' in a nightmare, hard workin' people.
And they don't know how they go there, ordinary people.
And they think that you don't care, hard workin' 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.
And the dollar's what it's all about, hard workin' people.
But the customers are walkin' out, lee iacocca people.
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy, hard workin' 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.

And then a new rolls royce and a company car they went flyin' down the street.
Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet.
The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the street
Of downtown people.
Tryin' to make their way to work, nose-to-the-stone people.
Some are saints, and some are jerks, hard workin' people.
Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work, alcoholic people.
Yeah yeah, they're takin' it one day, one day at a time.

Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' up number nine.
They're scrubbin' the boiler down, well, she really is lookin' fine.
Awe, she's lookin' so good, they're gonna bring her back on line,
Ordinary people.
They're gonna bring the good things back, nose-to-the stone people.
Put the business back on track, ordinary people.
I got faith in the regular kind, hard workin' people,
Patch-of-ground people.

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66. _ It's A Crime Of The Heart

67. _ Walking After Midnight

68. _ Turbine

69. _ Live To Ride

70. _ Winterlong

71. _ Run Around Babe

72. _ I Ain't Got The Blues

73. _ Sell Out

74. _ The Road Of Plenty

75. _ Your Love Again

76. _ No One Seems To Know

77. _ Love Hotel

78. _ Pushed It Over The End

79. _ Lonely Weekend

80. _ Sixty To Zero

All the champs and the heroes
They got a price to pay
They go from sixty to zero
In the split of a hair
They see the face in the window
They feel a shadow out there
They've got the places they can go
They've got the people who stare
They've got to walk in their shoes
They've got to see what they see
They've got the people around them
Getting too much for free
All the pimps and the dealers
All the food they can eat
All the screamers and squealers
When they walk down the street
Yeah.

He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He never cared for his children
Never cared for his wife
Never made anyone happy
That's the way he lived his life
And one day in the sunshine
He got a bolt from the blue
Unloaded all of his possessions
Sold his investments too
And now he lives with the homeless
Owns 900 hospital beds
He prefers to remain nameless
It's publicity he dreads
Yeah.

There's a judge in the city
He goes to work every day
Spends his life in the courthouse
Keeps his perspective that way
But i respect his decision
He's got a lot on his mind
He's pretty good with the gavel
A little heavy on the fines
One day there was this minstrel
Who came to court on a charge
That he blew someone's head off
Because his amp was too large
And the song he was singin'
Was not for love but for cash
Well, the judge waived the charges
He fingered his mustache
Yeah.

Well, there's a clown in a carnival
He rode a painted horse
He came from somewhere out west
He was very funny of course
But that is not what i noticed
It was the incredible force
With which he held his audience
While he rode on his horse
His jokes were not that off-color
His smile was not that sincere
His show was that not that sensational
Reasons for success were not clear
But he still made big money
One day the circus was his
Now he's married to the acrobat
And they're training their kids
Yeah.

Now the jailhouse was empty
All the criminals were gone
The gate was left wide open
And a buck and fawn
Were eating grass in the courtyard
When the warden walked in
And took a rifle from the prison guard
And said to him with a grin
To shoot those deer would be stupid, sir
We already got 'em right here
Why not just lock the gates and keep them
With intimidation and fear?
But the warden pulled the trigger
And those deer hit the ground
He said nobody'll know the difference
And they both looked around.
Yeah.

Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was a robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were murderers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Come out with your hands up
Or we're gonna blow you out of here
There was a face in the window
Tv cameras rolled
And they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.
Yeah.

Well, the artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said what we have got here
Is a pretty good track
But we don't have a vocal
And we still don't have a song
If we could get this thing accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong
So he balanced the ashtray
And he picked up the phone
And said send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
And make sure he's alone
And send me a cheeseburger
And a new rolling stone
Yeah.

Well, the sioux and dakota
They lost all of their land
And now a basketball player
Is trying to lend them a hand
Maybe someday he'll be president
He's quite a popular man
But now the chief has reservations
And the white man has plans
There's opposition in congress
The bill is up against cash
There's really no way of predicting
If it will fly or it will crash
But that's the nature of politics
That's the name of the game
That's how it looks in the tepee
Big winds are blowing again
Yeah.

There's still crime in the city
Said the cop on the beat
I don't know if i can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, i play by their rules
So now i'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here i am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Yeah.

Now i come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes i talk to my daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But i wish i could see him
Wish i knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish i could see him this weekend
Wish i could walk in his shoes
But now i'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes i'm good, then i'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home i ever had
Yeah.

Well, i keep getting younger
My life's been funny that way
Before i ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mummy
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of sunday school
For throwin' bibles at the preacher
Then i grew up to be a fireman
I put out every fire in town
Put out everything smoking
But when i put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
Gave me life without parole
Wish i never put the hose down
Wish i never got old.

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81. _ Bad Fog Of Loneliness

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