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
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
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