We worked our way up from east end pubs
To gigs and back stage passes
Ex-boxing champs, West end clubs, Americans in dark glasses
Driving ten grand cars, they drink in hotel bars
They re even making money in bed
They wouldn t be no loss, they ain t worth a toss
It s about time they all dropped dead
Chorus:
Take em all, take em all
Put em up against a wall and shoot em!
Short and tall, watch em fall
Come on boys, take em all
Verse 2:
Well tough **** boys, it aint our fault
Your record didn t make it
We made you dance, you had your chance, but you didn t take it
Well, I gotta go make another deal
Sign another group for the company
I don t suppose we ll ever meet again
You d better get back to the factory
Chorus x1
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Solo
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Chorus x2