I awakened to the cry
that the people have the power
to redeem the work of fools
upon the meek the graces shower
it’s decreed the people rule
The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power
You’ve got the power of love
in your hands
You’ve got the power of love
to make me understand
Oh, oh I want you to try me
you’ve got the power
Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
You don’t need money, don’t take fame
Don’t need no credit card to ride this train
It’s strong and it’s sudden and it’s cruel sometimes
But it might just save your life
That’s the power of love
That’s the power of love
Down around the corner
Half a mile from here
See them long trains runnin’
And you watch 'em disappear
Without love
Where would you be now?
Early in the evenin’, just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they’re starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin’
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Early in the morning, risin’ to the street
Light me up that cigarette, and I’ll strap shoes on my feet
Got to find the reason, reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money’s all gone
I got a Dalmatian and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a motherfuckin’ riot
Money didn’t matter yesterday
And money don’t matter tonight
Money don’t get everyting, it’s true
But what it don’t get, I can’t use!
Money, get back
I’m alright Jack keep your hands off of my stack
The kids couldn’t hurt Jack
They tried and tried and tried
They dropped things on his back
And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied
But they couldn’t stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn’t prevent Jack from feeling happy
“You’re my pretty ray of hellfire, and you set my soul slight
I’m aflame with love for you, my dove, you see”
“Moxxie!
You’re the sweetly rotten pustule on my heart as it decays
You’re the stench of evil clinging to my every dying day”
“You’re the melody in every song
You’re the reason nothing’s ever wrong
You’re the first thing that I think of
When I wake anew to kill again
You’re my lovely little monster
And I’ll never say goodbye
I will kill for you until the day we die”