People Come First

I met a friend at the underground

He was waiting for a train that never came 'round

There's one to take you out, one to bring you home

I've been waiting so long I don't know which one I'm on

Give me your tired folk yearning to breathe

Your huddled masses longing for freedom

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

My friend walked out and never came back

He said there's too much going on, I just don't understand

I can do what I need or I can do what I like

But I'm tired of every turn and twist of this life

Give me your tired folk yearning to breathe

Your huddled masses longing for freedom

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

He's trying to run, when he can't walk

He's trying to sing, when he can't talk

He's trying to write, when he can't see

'Cause he's so scared of what this world might be

People

People

People

People

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first

People, people come first