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.



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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.



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Take 'em all, watch 'em fall [x4]



[Chorus Repeat...]