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.