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.      [Chorus]      Take 'em all, watch 'em fall [x4]      [Chorus Repeat...]