作曲 : Joseph James Ruddleston
People on form, people on time
People magically on top of their shit
People changing and I know for one
I'll be a son of a gun if I don't change one bit to get where I end up
People folding, people without an appetite
People exiting things without saving them prior
People know I’m not one for a show
But I can't help but aim a bit higher
I was told I should prepare for the best of days
And best of days I'll get
Can I be a fighter and a runner
I'm not one of those gambling men
But I'm my safest bet
And I quite like roulette
People don't show, people loco
Why'd he run from the bun 'cause he's bored of the oven
I can't stand people raising their hand as they tell me
There's no such thing as loving
They're just being stubborn
I was told I shouldn't mind
If they hammer at my head
That's just the order we are placed in
What else could I do but fight my own way through instead
To make some real good bread
Hurry, there's no time for wasting
There are doctors, there are nurses
There are killers and coppers and warriors even now
You can think that you're fine then you blink
And you're old and you've lost all your money
And no one is talking and reading gets harder
But you know the truth still
People are people
You know the truth still
People are people
Weak and they're feeble
People are people