Blood red moon in a summer sky
Fallen angels and fireflies
Everybody’s come to see the show
Some for the matador, some for the bull
Some for the liars and some for the fools
All the children line up in the front row
The crowd calls out, they wanna see the kill
The businessman says he’s got seats to fill
The animal knows there’s no way he can defend
Against ordinary men
Ordinary men

To the soul-sucking of city streets
Boarded up windows and broken dreams
Everybody’s got to make it pay
Did the rich man teach you the tricks of the trade? 
Where there’s people to fool, there’s money to be made
Don’t you let your conscience get in the way now child
You hear the knock-knocking of the repo man
There ain’t nowhere to run in the sinking sand
And sometimes, you know, it’s hard to find a friend
Amongst ordinary men
Ordinary men

In the dark corners of history
There’s plenty of people like you and me
Everybody’s just trying to get by
Some get swept up in a holy war
Stick a gun down your throat in the name of the Lord 
Well don’t you know everybody has God on their side?
But who put the black man in his chains? 
They killed him for his colour, creed or his race
But who’s got the power to do it all again and again? 
Just ordinary men
Just ordinary men
Ordinary men
Ordinary men