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.