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 aint 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
well tough shit 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.