You were the one who could never decide 
Your always complaining the company's too restraining 
You think your sweeter than the rest 
But deep inside your scared to death 
You've got your finger in the pie 
The time has come to pick a side... 
[sax] 
First you say one thing then you change your mind 
You think it's great you say its hot 
You turn around and then it's not 
On Saturday night you wear punk rags 
But you drive a white porsche with custom tags 
You'd like to chance it but you just don't know 
Cause your getten' blind from too much snow 
I hate you but I need the deal 
Let's discuss it over a big hot meal 
Gimme a break...gimme a break...etc.etc. 
[sax] 
Don't you think we're tough enough? (think twice) 
Think that you can hold us back? (no way) 
Don't you know we got the stuff? (sure thing) 
Now were on the warpath 
Sorry... it's not too late... gimme a break 
[sax solo] 
Don't you know I'm tired of waiten'? (so tired) 
And I'm tired of being nice (so nice) 
Can't ya look me in the eyes? 
Don't ya know I'm coming out?... 
Sorry...It's not too late... gimme a break 
You got the job now so you call the shots 
You got the access to the bread 
You said by now that I'll be dead 
But let me tell you something friend 
Your days are numbered to the end 
You see that young cat down the hall 
He's waiten' for you to trip and fall 
You'll beg for your job down on your knees 
You'll kiss the ground and ask him please to 
Give you a break 
Give you a break 
Give you a break...