Lyrics:
People, people, people, people
People, people, people, people
People, people, people, people
People, people
Star people, people, people, people
people at once
The husband or the hedonist
The businessman or the communist
The artist or the showbiz creep
The lover or the nervous geek
And the Indian sun is rising
Instead of going down
Navajo, Navajo
The people call the people from
Ten thousand years ago navajo, Navajo
From the land
the beauty in the tones of our skin
We've gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all
[Chorus]
We're colored people, and we live in a tainted
People, people, people, people
People, people, people, people
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
People, people, people, people
People, people, people
People, people, people, people
People, people, people, people
Here me calling
Here me calling
People, people, people, people
People, people, people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
so many artist end up
Also for anyone that has money they know the
First rule is to use other people's money
I could not have done the
MSG without
is a moment in time
Every line a reason a rhyme
Every voice is a choice, every melody
I am an artist born
I cannot have it
I gotta let this
There's other people, you selfish asshole!
I must be psychotic
I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money
Magic people, Voodoo people
The Voodoo, who do
What you don't dare do, people
Voodoo
The Voodoo, who do
What you don't dare do, people
of people
A lot of record promoters and
A lot of artists i mean it's like
It's music that you gotta touch and feel
You know what I'm sayin'
And I think that
Magic people, Voodoo people
Voodoo, who do
What we don't dare, voodoo
Magic people, Voodoo people
I'm just a wandering on the face of this earth
Meeting so many people who are trying to be free
And while I'm traveling I hear so many words
Language
I'm just a wandering on the face of this earth
Meeting so many people
Who are trying to be free
And while I'm traveling I hear so many words
Magic people, Voodoo people
Voodoo, who do
What we don't dare, voodoo
Magic people, Voodoo people
I don't think people necessarily
Understand what happened
Last week with the Make America Great
Again hat what are you trying to
Do with the message
When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the Cubists and the Dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all
We used to be close, but people can go
From people you know to people you don't
And what hurts the most is people can go
From people you know
the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's a fox
He's a flim flam man
Everybody wants him
The people and the police
And all the pretty ladies
I'm just a wandering on the face of this earth
Meeting so many people
Who are trying to be free
And while I'm traveling I hear so many words
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