People of The Pride

People on the left

People on the right

Got a lion inside

People of the pride

Let's go

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

Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock

There's a crocodile cross-eyed

There's a turning of the tide

We're no longer going to 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 time

It's just work

It's just work, it's not easy

And we could all be blown apart

But heaven is a 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 (yeah), yeah (yeah), ooh-ooh

Yeah (yeah)

People of the pride

Go